Commentary
How often have I responded with a well-practiced shameful shrug because of something I said, or something I didn’t say, or because I showed up...
The calves and children sprinted through melting February ice patches at the Martha’s Vineyard Agricultural Society pasture.
On a recent Sunday after noon, the wind notwithstanding, I went for a walk along the west bank of West Tisbury’s controversial Mill Pond.
When I learned my Broadway play Sacrilege was closing after only 29 performances, I turned to an old Broadway pro for guidance.
Almost sounds treasonous now
but I wonder if we can make
common goodness attractive again
like it was often back in the day
On a recent Sunday morning, my sons and husband gathered around me, all eyes on my phone. Google had compiled images from 2020 into an unsolicited...
Each time I pull out of the driveway on my bike or in my car,
I get to choose: the inland way or the water way?
I never thought this idea would eventually turn into a major event that would attract thousands of off-Island chili tasters and hundreds of chili...
On election night, I refused to read the news or look at my phone. I put everything on Do Not Disturb and went to sleep.
In March, the Friends of Mill Pond will sponsor Celebrating the Mill Pond: Sustaining Serenity Together, a delusional, misbegotten, month-long “...
