Commentary
Remember the spring of 2020‚ 18 months ago, when the word Covid had just entered our vocabulary.
Fred Vincent, sexton of the church / for thirty years / Walked past our house each Sunday / In the winter / To go and ring the bell.
In some circles there’s talk. Some of it is disparaging and some of it is hopeful. Its an old Island conversation, about newcomers.
The memories come flood ing back during the imposed isolation of the pandemic.
I recently attended a dedication ceremony at The Dodd Center for Human Rights at the University of Connecticut.
I am driving with my son Hardy on I-95 south, headed for our first college tour. Hardy is 17, a senior in high school.
It all began with a duck.
Darryl Goffreda and I have been coming to the Island for almost a decade. Martha’s Vineyard was the first place that we went on a trip together as a...
The birds were a worry. Fifty-one years ago, the Martha’s Vineyard Regional High School class of 1970 was busy planning our senior year events.
When I was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer at the age of 37, my world suddenly became engulfed in pink.
On a day when a double rainbow kissed an ashen sky over the outfield wall, when the sunshine refused to leave Fenway Park, and the raindrops dared...
What’s the buzz and the click? / My song of course, / though no one but I have ever tried to sing it.
