Under the late afternoon sun, a group of smiling beachgoers, some from Camp Jabberwocky, others from Beacon Academy, ran into the ocean together.
Thirty years ago I flirted with the idea of quitting my day job and writing the Great American Novel.
Years ago while staying at the home of Ms. Ora McFarlane I read a story in the Vineyard Gazette written by Della Brown Hardman.
I only know our routines. I presume most families on the Vineyard have their own. When guests or friends come to our house, our routines have a way...
Even though there is a substantial number of Chappaquiddick landowners paying taxes, the seasonal residents have had no voice in matters affecting...
I stand as the black water Of each wave’s backwash Hugs my hip boots Making little stars of light The fish-filled night. Early on I was hoping for...
I ran the Chilmark Road Race again this year, and like every year, I made the same joke at the start: “I don’t care how I do, as long as I’m not...
I turned 70 on March 6. The event passed painlessly. We were staying in a desert-side house near Santa Fe, and good friends arrived for dinner to...
In 1969 I moved to the Vineyard from California. In those days when I wanted to revisit my family out west I drove across country with my two dogs...

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