Every Christmas on Martha’s Vineyard is an old fashioned Christmas, even though the observance came relatively late to New England. The three youths...
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...
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...
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.
I lasted six months without a truck. Now I have two. One of them seems fit for travel off the Island. The other does not.
At a recent event at the Katharine Cornell Theatre I was crowned Martha’s Vineyard poet laureate, succeeding Lee McCormack. I was given a two-year...

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