What follows is the progress report written on behalf of the Squibnocket Beach committee and delivered to the special town meeting Monday night.
Last week I did one last run through of my family’s house on Sengekontacket Pond. I took in the view from my bedroom window, made sure the outdoor...
I began this essay one evening while sitting on the porch. It was dark and cool, and the feel of the season hit me with its full force. I was taken...
Isn’t there a sacredness around family moments exempt from multi-tasking?A space where children, along with their caregivers, dance the tango and...
Shirley Mayhew’s affectionate recollections of West Tisbury chronicle the years from 1947, when she arrived as a bride to a community of 239...
Autumn is not my favorite season. And not because it signals the end of summer swimming and sailing, or because it presages the cold weather. For me...
A few weeks ago I was invited to join a very special sunset sailing opportunity aboard the Alabama. This time felt different. The occasion was more...
Rising sun, rising tideRising fish, rising spiritThe birds in the skyStart to chirp, can you hear it?Cut and dip, dash and dive,How can the...
We are responding to the commentary in last week’s Gazette by Polly Simpkins on her father’s 86th birthday. Thank you Polly for your heartfelt and...

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