Commentary
Last year, I was in Switzerland interviewing refugees from war-torn Syria and Somalia and from Eritrea seeking new lives in Europe.
I love rainy days — why, you may ask.
The day after Trump was sworn in I started asking folks where the best place to move would be. My friend Kathy said Portugal; no standing army,...
I missed the best of last week’s snow. Snow bunny that I am — though not the hopping or the skiing kind — that is unusual for me.
I had been living with a geriatric little Yorkie named Harry until he died over the holidays. He was 14, pretty close to my age in dog years.
I picture Horse Rossin as a large avuncular man.
There is a phrase Hart Crane, the difficult but magnificent American poet, uses to interpret the relationship between the ocean and the sky, in a...
Some say it’s trudging over the hill. Others consider it the prime of life.
Last Friday morning, Jan. 20, I decided to make a sweep of Beach Road and the Lagoon Pond Bridge in search of nip bottles. I planned my walk to...
We call our daughter Pickle, but her real name is Eirene, which means peace in biblical Greek, a language my wife Cathlin studied at seminary.
I marvel at the diversity of life among my fellow travelers, who exhibit a range of emotions. They are all traveling to America for something the...
David Stanwood’s concert at the West Tisbury Library was scheduled to begin at 4 p.m. and folks were still flooding in.
