The nicotine cabal is hard at it, what with smoking tobacco having declined, promoting continued nicotine use by pushing electronic cigarettes and what’s called vaping.
Carving a path for nature from one side of this island’s fork to the other is all very interesting, you say, but why am I talking to you about the swamp at a time of year when all its flora is naked and all its fauna is hunkering down for the winter?
There is one resolution we should all be making that was nowhere to be found on the list: Detoxing.
The leading political contest in Suffolk in 2019 will be the race for county executive, the top post in Suffolk County government.
Welcome to the nights before Christmas, a time when most couples argue over how much to spend on already entitled children, which relatives to invite for the duration of the holiday break, or whether or not to bother sending greeting cards this year.
Mrs. Gertrude Katz welcomed me in with her warm smile and I was taken back to a time when life felt new and simple.
All over the world today there are kids waking up wondering whether they can play baseball. They’re wondering whether their field is okay and how many players are coming. I know, because I’m still one of those kids.
Thousand Oaks became the site of the country’s latest massacre with 12 people gunned down at the Borderline Bar. Ironically, when I was 16, it was the first place I traveled on my own.
Even the name, “Spanish Flu,” is a head fake.
In his classic postmodern short story, “Lost in the Funhouse,” John Barth begins his tale with a simple question: “For whom is the funhouse fun?”
It is no secret that many famous relationships in novels, films, and music are glorified despite the abusive behaviors of the characters.
Evie Ramunno, the director of the Sag Harbor Community Food Pantry, was waiting for a delivery. “’Fresh is Best,’ is our motto,” she said as she walked me through the maze of refrigerators, freezers and shelves of carefully organized canned goods.
Shortly before his death this past January, Jack Whitten agreed to an exhibition primarily devoted to his sculpture, a body of work known only to his family and close friends.
Most October's I lead a haunted tour of Sag Harbor as a benefit for the Whaling Museum. While I enjoy this tradition greatly, it can’t compare to the Halloweens of my teenage years. That’s because of a distinctly Midwestern — or maybe just Ohio — tradition that I have yet to encounter anywhere else.
This week I talked to an old friend from high school whom I hadn’t seen or heard from in more than 30 years. The Ford-Kavanaugh hearings had got him thinking.