On Christmas Eve, Santa Claus was readying for his trip to see his Vineyard friends. He traveled not by ship, or ferry or on the Island Queen. He...

Nature seems to whisper during a snowstorm as a blanketing hush falls over the land, sky and sea. Even the foghorn sounds muffled.

The rock and the general — those are the words I use to describe my paternal grandparents. Herbert and Claire Mercier, married for 63 years, created...

I woke up wearing a hospital gown. The paper napkin tie-on dress was a faded robin’s egg blue, dotted with orange bloodstains from the burns that...

"Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming!" That’s how my grandmother, Addie Crist, would greet me when she came to visit my parents and me for the...

Norman Bridwell, who died last week at 86, was living proof that there really are no absolutes in life, and that especially includes rejection. The...

The prolonged cold snap which the Vineyard has experienced for virtually two weeks without a thaw has caused the older inhabitants to rack their...

The wind is rude at four in the morning on top of the Gay Head Cliffs. It pushes and shoves and says, if not in words then in gusts, whistles and...

We've seen the world separately aboard trains, ships, sailboats, planes and from journeys in our youth. And these days my dad is my significant other.

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