Commentary
America is a chameleon / Forever adapting, morphing / Caught between what it is / And what it yearns to be / “Isms” coexist with dogmas.
My family and I first visited Martha’s Vineyard 16 years ago. At the time, we had two young children: one and three years old.
There’s no crying in football. We beat ‘em on the Vineyard. We beat ’em on Nantucket. We almost beat ’em in Boston.
During most of the 1970s it was a Vineyard ritual. Many of us spent Thanksgiving day with family and friends. Then Saturday came along and it was off...
People often say they love to play ping-pong. Fine, but let’s get up to date.
A month ago, I received an email I never expected. As I read it, I felt the hair rise on the back of my neck.
My first chat with Ginny Jones was a long one, as they all were, for Ginny didn’t do small talk.
Former director of the Martha’s Vineyard Public Charter School, Bob Moore, died on Friday.
Americans have strong opinions on who belongs and who doesn’t.
The day after the election, I couldn’t concentrate. I paced my home, my neighborhood, went to the dentist, missed an important meeting, all because...
I never met my grandfather, Harris M. Crist. He passed away before I was born and yet he has been a constant part of my Vineyard life.
“I’m gonna make it to heaven. Light up the sky like a flame. I’m gonna live forever. Baby, remember my name.”
