Commentary
As we build And repair the harbor I see your hand It comes up Dripping From deep within The sandy bottom
The valley of the Mill Brook is only as wide as the shadow of a cloud.
But many memories have settled here. From Waskosim’s Rock I see
the leaves...
Ray Hopper died the day our first child was born. It wasn’t a natural death, or a peaceful death. At the time Ray was the husband of the storekeeper...
As a painter, Pablo Picasso had nothing on me. Sure, he had a Blue Period, but it lasted only three years. My Blue Period has lasted almost 25 years...
Big uber-conventional weddings aren’t for everyone. Or are they? I mean, they seem to be. All the young couples I know have a rigmarole they follow...
When George Santayana wrote “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” he was not envisioning people repeating their own...
I renounce your right to my head.
Proudly, I wore the hat in ’78 in spite
of Bucky Dent. Your brim capped
my headache when Buckner booted it
in ’86...
Despite patches of snow still on the ground, spring has finally arrived! Ospreys are flying over Poucha Pond collecting sticks for their nests,...
So I got new glasses. And it’s just amazing what it’s like to read again and see the words, to drive again and see the road, to look at a label on...
March 13, 2013. To most Americans this is just another day. To a kid on the Vineyard, it might as well be Christmas. Except there’s no eggnog on the...
More than a year ago when the Gazette asked me to write a column, I jumped at the opportunity. After all, this is a writer’s paper and I am what’s...
I began my high school teaching career in 1992 following a stint in the Oak Bluffs School and an alternative school so I guess this year I come of...
