Wednesday at Two Mile Beach
August 12, 2017 8:34 amSouth Fork sun warming our shoulders, Jen and I peddled up the road to Two Mile Beach like kids on... Read Story
South Fork sun warming our shoulders, Jen and I peddled up the road to Two Mile Beach like kids on... Read Story
Long before Superstorm Sandy hit the New York area, a hurricane of great magnitude struck the east end of Long... Read Story
There is a woman that I have known all of my life that I only recently began to truly understand.... Read Story
One of my father’s favorite things to talk about is the history of my childhood home. He loves to paint... Read Story
Long Island’s North Fork is like any other body of land surrounded by water. Yes? Well, not really. We can... Read Story
Ah, summer in the 1960’s, on Long Island couldn’t have been any better for a ten year old. School was... Read Story
Our car crept along Sunrise Highway as we drove east. “Are we there yet?” The year was 1958 when driving... Read Story
Good old house. Sealed up with everything that made last weekend fun and life palatable for another week. Love-hate is... Read Story
There was a keen sense of history in the air that summer of 1976. On the steamy, Sunday morning of... Read Story
On a Sunday morning in July, Paul and I drove from our home in Springs to Montauk Harbor and boarded... Read Story
Summer in the City and we were Movin’ Out, making that East End Run for two months of complete contentment.... Read Story
He was stuck, trapped really, in a chair made of metal, rubber and plastic. He had once been free, an... Read Story
Resilience; the ability to become strong, healthy or successful again after something bad happens, to recover from or adjust easily... Read Story
“Aah,” the fireman said knowingly, looking me up and down. “You’re a Summer Girl.” We were beside each other in... Read Story
Old. New. Fear. Excitement. Historical. Cultural. These are the words that came to my mind during the last Ninevah Beach... Read Story
Pull it together. Take a deep breath. Cross those fingers at their ten and two o’clock positions. You are about... Read Story
Traveling toward the tailfin of our strikingly piscine island has always been a highly anticipated and greatly coveted adventure for... Read Story
THE STROKE OF A BRUSH Hippies, music and protests is what I thought about while attending Southampton College during the... Read Story
Raindrops tap dance on the car roof. The downpour is as heavy as my encounter with a long-ago storm while... Read Story
I’ll never fully understand the ambition that drove my father to build a beach house in the Hamptons. Dad was... Read Story
When we think of the word territory, we might think of the Louisiana Territory or the Northwest Territory, very historical... Read Story
Nana at the Canal. My maternal grandmother was called “Nana.” She was quite a sight and a true old-world woman.... Read Story
“Let’s tell them we met Billy Joel!” I say to Sally, my skinny and tall-for-her age friend who wore her... Read Story
Somewhere, nowhere, to the west of Westhampton sits a quiet little town that keeps to itself. It’s unsung, it’s unnoticed... Read Story
You move to New York City and find success in some industry and of course, you want to go to... Read Story
I have always been a true believer in the Horatio Alger myth –Work hard and get ahead, tossed in with... Read Story
I never wanted to come to America. One evening, my father walked into our kitchen and announced that we had... Read Story
Montauk Lake is particularly alluring. Years ago, we stayed at the Shepherd’s Neck Inn and played miniature golf within view... Read Story
A Home is not a House or Be Careful What You Wish For I discovered the East End in the... Read Story
The Channel 12 TV Long Island, New York weather guy is visibly excited. “Today, not a cloud in the sky... Read Story
“End of world.” my grandmother, Mary said. She gripped the arms of her black naugahyde recliner and peered out the... Read Story
Walking the beach off Old Montauk Highway is a summer ritual for me, and one that keeps me going through... Read Story
I was driving down Three Mile Harbor Road in East Hampton on a brilliant summer day in 2015, in search... Read Story
When I pick a spot to set up shop at the beach there are three things I want. 1. A... Read Story
My mind couldn’t keep up with how fast my life was changing, nor could my stomach keep up with the... Read Story
My close friend, Oliver Sacks, died 2 years ago. Together, we did many things, many times, but none more often... Read Story
In February, Greenport is a tired-looking, pushed around, weather-beaten boat wreck of a town. This is not the simmer of... Read Story
It was 1962, and we were heading out to Montauk for a frugal vacation. Although my dad was a travel... Read Story
I awoke out of a sound sleep. Outside it was dark, the air was crisp, the stars were so clear... Read Story
Do cultures dream? Perhaps they do, especially if they exist on the 42nd parallel of the Northern hemisphere. The proof,... Read Story
It was my usual Monday morning in Montauk.The alarm woke me at 4:30 am although I needed no alarm. I... Read Story
I often see bumper stickers on cars that read, “The more people I meet the more I like my... Read Story
The bright summer sun shown through the dirty car window as i sat in the passenger seat of my fathers... Read Story
I arrived at Michael Dweck’s studio in the West Village to discuss his experience creating The End: Montauk, NY. He... Read Story
Smoke filled the kitchen as a pungent liquid splashed from the pot. My dad remarked that had I been wearing... Read Story
Summertime, and adventure is afoot. My daughter Ava leads us outside, silencing her younger brother and sister with a hand... Read Story
“He is dying, Aphrodite; luxuriant Adonis is dying. What should we do? Beat your breasts, young maidens. And tear your... Read Story
Surf Club We were poetry, from the get-go pure poetry. I met JJ on my 16th Birthday. For real; he... Read Story
Amongst the mosaic of miscellaneous clothing, antique furnishings and bric-a-brac arranged on the bleached gravel drive, I was drawn to... Read Story
It was a sunny April morning. The lilacs were in full bloom on the horse farm in Riverhead. The perfume... Read Story
It’s April, 2004. I’m 40, a married mother of a three year old girl and one year old boy. But... Read Story
“Would you like a ride on my Yacht?” he asked. She replied, “I’m not really a boat person.” He responded,... Read Story
All our life we spend looking for the “place for us,… Somewhere… Someday…”. The search of our soul leads us... Read Story
In those days I would sit on the deck and wait. We had only two bird feeders (we should rethink... Read Story
Amidst a sea of famous faces, it was the structure itself that mesmerized me most. I can still smell the... Read Story
This summer sail into maritime history on a visit to the Men Who Hunted the Whale, an exhibit at the... Read Story
“The road where the crash occurred is dotted with vineyards in a part of Long Island where tourists frequently travel... Read Story
As I waited for my bag to come down the carousel at JFK, which took about as long as my... Read Story
In a way, the weekend of Friday, October 28, 2016 really started for us on Thursday night when we picked... Read Story
It was 1970 and I remember the day my life as I knew it changed forever. It was the day... Read Story
“Here They Come!” A Memoir by Ryan Ball It was the mid 1960s. Growing up on Long Island, my father... Read Story
“I don’t know, I said. “The forecast doesn’t look too promising.” It looked worse than that. We were starting our... Read Story
Several years ago, I wrote to you. You were kind enough to reply. I was on my way with Susan,... Read Story
In the summer of 1876, a reunited United States prepared to celebrate the Centennial of its founding. Half a continent... Read Story
There is not a person dead or alive that loved and cared for his dog, more than uncle Slappy feared... Read Story
On a hot, humid summer Sunday afternoon in the small town of Southampton on Long Island, ceremonies were in full... Read Story
The freshwater viciously pounded at my face and down my throat, leaving only millisecond intervals to gasp for air. The... Read Story
In the Fall of 2015, in Sag Harbor, I created a monster. Or, I should say, I helped create a... Read Story
Seeking Hampton – Based Organically Grown Lover Do I want a date? Not really. Mostly, I just want to be... Read Story
My mother, Joanne: Creamy-white skin, dark brown, coarse, curly hair, bright, light-blue eyes. This is how she took temperatures: She’d... Read Story
The last few months of 2003 into the first half of 2004 were a tumultuous, agonizing, and at the same... Read Story
The Windmill By Diane Strecker Amidst a sea of famous faces, it was the structure itself that mesmerized me most.... Read Story
Schubert on the Beach I first met Schubert on the beach. He was a handsome fellow and had a lovely... Read Story
Everyone has a story to tell and mine begins when I was 17 years old in 1971 when my father... Read Story
Growing up in East Quogue, with regular journeys to Southampton where many of my relatives lived, I spent countless summer... Read Story
A Bermuda high had parked over eastern Long Island producing a reliable stretch of clear, hot days. On the morning... Read Story
Summer in the Hamptons, the weather is beautiful, the sky is clear blue, hydrangeas are in full bloom, wild bunnies... Read Story
There is something spectacular about the summer here. It is almost as if the entire Island has been in hiding... Read Story
I sit by the pond and seek sanctuary. That is after all what we created it for, this oasis of... Read Story
Life was very good in 1974. I was ten. The clothes were funky and colorful. Television sitcoms were funny, and... Read Story
Birds chirping, sunshine streaming in, I awoke in a Southold loft with a huge lump on my stomach. I gingerly... Read Story
Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won’t come again And... Read Story
There is a road that takes me to a land, where many people roam. It’s quite exquisite, as you will... Read Story
It was the spring of 1947 and we had a new car, a shiny navy blue 1947 Ford V8 with... Read Story
“You look like Wonder Woman they would say. “ I Do? Everyday Wonder Woman is simply me! Don’t get me... Read Story
Our house was featured in an article entitled “A Return to the Hamptons,” by Joyce Cohen in the May 21,... Read Story
The waves stirred violently in the distance, mustering up strength and height as they crept toward the shore, and rapidly... Read Story
It has never been my full time home, yet the East End will always be a true point on my... Read Story
I sat on the dock in Greenport Village, watching the sun rise over Long Beach Bar Lighthouse. It was something... Read Story
Legs Good to Go: Larry Rivers’ Legs and the East End My mother has been insisting I write something, a... Read Story
This fourth of July he missed the fireworks at the Devon beach, around the corner from our Amagansett home. We’ve... Read Story
It took a long time for Walter Zimny to arrive at Fort Hill Cemetery in Montauk. This is really a... Read Story
Almost twenty years ago, on a gray Sunday in June, my wife and I left East Hampton early in the... Read Story
I sat in the familiar grainy, soft sand of Quogue Village Beach, staring out into the expansive ocean, blue blanket... Read Story
As my adult daughter, Megan, and I were killing time before an appointment in Southampton Village recently, she suggested we... Read Story
September 22, 1938 — the day after the great hurricane – was perfect flying weather. Bright, benign, its fineness mocked... Read Story
I was trying to remember when I first met Crystal and I decided that it must have been sometime in... Read Story
On March 15, 2015, a bright light that illuminated the lives of so many, was permanently extinguished when Steve Tarpinian... Read Story
Every Montauk marina has a leader board showing the current standing of the largest fish of each kind... Read Story
We used to call them the bumps in the early ‘70s, the hills and dips on old Montauk Highway that... Read Story