Commentary
Friends say that now that I am older, I should no longer walk alone in the woods — even near Glimmerglass Pond in West Tisbury.
My favorite road on the Island is Middle Road. I love its hills and its lovely views. What I love the most is the view from Brookside Farm.
A gaff-rigged boat named Vanity
Still sails Nantucket Sound.
Her sail scrubbed clean and white
Spars varnished gleaming brown.
I had just reached into the bedroom closet. Looking back at me from the shoulder of a shirt on a hanger inside the closet was a snake.
I grew up in Toronto, Canada. One day the fire trucks came to my house. It was every little boy’s dream. Well almost.
Maxine Kumin, the poet, died a little more than a year ago and left behind a collection of poetry that any of us can sit down and read.
My cat and I gained the same amount of weight this winter. It looks better on her, plus she doesn’t have to think about getting into a bathing suit...
Graduating class, as we move forward and our lives scatter in different directions we will be trying to create our own identities in a new world and...
This is probably the last time we will be together as a class for a while, and that got me thinking: what does it mean to the class of 2015?
When my guidance counselor told me that I was salutatorian, my first thought was, “Can you recalculate my GPA?”
More than a decade ago, a landscape architect friend from Rhode Island brought us a house-warming gift when we had a cottage in Menemsha.
Editor’s note: The following speech was delivered at the Martha’s Vineyard Public Charter School graduation Sunday.
