For the first time in my life, I am unemployed during the Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass and Bluefish Derby.
When circumstances seem at sixes and sevens, one can sink one’s hands in a dog’s coat of fur or a cat’s muscularity and feel grounded.
The first boat I worked on was a fishing vessel out of Provincetown on the tip of Cape Cod called the Jimmy Boy.
Vineyard Haven, where I live, isn’t one of those places that looks extremely vulnerable to the wrath of a giant storm or the open sea.
Every summer gets a little harder when you reach your nineties.
It was Tuesday, and we found ourselves in Tulsk, in a pub, a steaming bowl of potato leek soup and brown bread in front of me; my daughter Jill had a...
From the north, wind clears the laze of summer, seaweed collects on the windward shore and squishes cold under bare feet.
On the first day of school, everyone nurses a secret hope that this will be the best year ever, that learning will be effortless and fun, and so on.