August - there's something about this particular month that brings about an atmospheric unease.

She has dreamed of this moment.

My hiking partner, also known as my daughter Bradley and I overpacked our bags "just in case."

Fog. It's been a frequent house guest lately.

When I think back to the days when I was a child, I can’t help but let my mind wander down Memory Lane.

July is Sea Bass quotas and Fluke for Luke, friends and fireworks, after work ocean dips and late night ice cream treats.

The lights are on at the red house perched along the edge of DH’s Hill.

With eager anticipation of the last day of school, the Texaco touch tank is back on the dock.

The entire community has fallen into a state of grief with the sudden loss of neighbor, friend, Island advocate and town counsel Ron Rappaport.

Some worry about high school graduation and others see it as liberating.