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When I was in second grade my teacher, Ms. Lipscombe, wore an ERA button to class every day. It was 1980 and the deadline for states to...

My friend Chris tapped on the flimsy clear plastic that separated the checkout counter from the entryway of Shirley’s True Value Hardware...

The statistics sketch a picture of the other Vineyard, the one rarely seen or understood by those who harbor images of the Island as an...

The Vineyard’s annual appointment with spring, more often than not a fleeting affair, has stretched on endlessly this year, or so it seems. It...

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There’s no food on the streets of Vineyard Haven. At least not for long. And that includes anything that might resemble food. For each...

The sun fell behind the Chilmark Pond the other day, casting long shadows across the landscape as sheep grazed above at the Allen Farm. It was one of...

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