He entered the Community Center wearing his crisp red suit, his beard all combed and his glasses a bit steamed from the temperature change.

Weather inconsistencies don’t give you the sniffles, but they sure can challenge your immune system leaving you a tad more susceptible to picking up the numerous colds folks seem to be wandering around with this past week or so.

Santa’s helpers have been hard at work preparing for the man in the red suit to make a pit stop at the CCC next Thursday, Dec. 19 to distribute the first gifts of Christmas.

We didn’t grow up on the same street or even in the same town. We didn’t run with the same crowd, but we did cross paths on regular intervals over the past couple of decades.

While scrolling through the PBS website looking for something that had been recommended to me, I came across the name Howard Thurman.

Sometimes it’s hard to weave together the uplifting with the sorrow.

I’m not sure why, but it’s been the week for fragmented and disjointed conversations.

Our concept of love evolves as we go through life and different experiences.

Sometimes there’s an opportunity to be spontaneous. The stars align.

When the big yellow school bus pulled up to Menemsha Beach the other day and a rather large group of young teens disembarked, the situation was clear. We’d been invaded by the British.