Mother Nature has been very busy lately. Along with an intensive all-Island tree pruning project, the sands at Wasque Point have been redistributed once again.

On Tuesday morning Brad Fligor’s voice came over the ferry radio asking somebody to call the police quickly.

Relative to geologic time, changes occur at Wasque in the blink of an eye.

The northeaster that blew across the islands Monday left several inches of fresh water. There were some spectacular puddles on the roads and the big ferries missed a few trips.

For Christmas this year my sisters made me a booklet of photos and memories of my parents, Russell Ethan Wells and Polly Eldridge Curtis.

This last blizzard really gave me a feeling of the dead-of-winter. I had not sensed that for the past half decade or so.

Several of our Chappaquiddick-raised first year college and university students were home for the holidays.

Out of curiosity, I dialed 911 from my cell phone while standing on the deck of my house at number 4 North Roger Road.

My granddaughter and I drove to Boston last Sunday for a performance of Bach Christmas compositions.

Over the past quarter of a century the Chappaquiddick Community Center has grown to become the heart of the Chappy community.