There is an apple tree in my West Tisbury back yard. It bears no apples because cedar trees line Tiasquam Road and bring with them cedar-apple rust.
A new book about Edward Logue, the legendary urban planner who later retired to the Vineyard.
When fall comes down off the shelf
In early August on a Saturday night this past hot summer, I wanted to go dancing at the Portuguese American Club.
I am rummaging around in my past in Tallahassee, Fla., here for a memorial service for Ned Stuckey-French, a former professor and friend who died too...
Twenty-six years ago, computer entrepreneur Mitch Kapor and I worked on a PBS pilot together.
Every morning now he comes and sits beside me.
I have never belonged on the Vineyard, yet it’s the place that’s home to my heart.
There are a few inherent perils in writing travel memoirs, of course.