Commentary
This is the season that challenges, and this winter, from the Polar Vortex (that was a new one) to the back-to-back New England mix of snow and...
Even in a run-down bar hidden between the looming modern buildings of East-Central London, you can find fellow Russians throwing back shots of vodka...
No, this is not a Valentine and you knew this was coming. It’s over. I’m leaving you, taking the noon ferry tomorrow. Let’s make it easy for each...
Last Friday the State Department released its final environmental impact review of the proposed northern segment of the Keystone XL Tar Sands Oil...
This haiku came to me after my last phone call with my Uncle Leo. In fact, it was my last phone call with him, period. He died on the last day of...
In a new e-book the Pulitzer prize-winning author and West Tisbury resident travels the Keystone pipeline and discovers an energy rush that could...
I have walked down the Hollywood walk of fame walking into light poles, people and baby carriages because I had my eyes firmly planted on the ground...
Writing about my friend Ken Edelin in the past tense so soon after his death (Dec. 30, 2013) is difficult and satisfying only in view of having an...
Friendship! Mysterious Cement of the soul! Sweetener of life! And Solder of society! Robert Blair, 1699-1746
A leisurely breakfast, reading the next chapter in a wonderful book, finishing an oil painting, learning how to do a linoleum cut block print. The...
We all have a million regrets but there is that one we carry around like a sack of cement sitting squarely on the heart. The writer reflects.
These are the moors that tumble from our hilltop to the little shell and stone washed beach. Our golden dog, weaving a ribbon of orange silk through...
