Commentary
During most of the 1970s it was a Vineyard ritual. Many of us spent Thanksgiving day with family and friends. Then Saturday came along and it was off...
People often say they love to play ping-pong. Fine, but let’s get up to date.
A month ago, I received an email I never expected. As I read it, I felt the hair rise on the back of my neck.
My first chat with Ginny Jones was a long one, as they all were, for Ginny didn’t do small talk.
Former director of the Martha’s Vineyard Public Charter School, Bob Moore, died on Friday.
Americans have strong opinions on who belongs and who doesn’t.
The day after the election, I couldn’t concentrate. I paced my home, my neighborhood, went to the dentist, missed an important meeting, all because...
I never met my grandfather, Harris M. Crist. He passed away before I was born and yet he has been a constant part of my Vineyard life.
“I’m gonna make it to heaven. Light up the sky like a flame. I’m gonna live forever. Baby, remember my name.”
“AIN’T I A WOMAN”
Yelled Sojourner Truth
Heard and felt deeply
Among abolitionists
And suffragettes too
I sit outside
quietly, the autumn tree
stands next to me.
When I was a child we would occasionally take up-Island excursions to Menemsha or Gay Head. En route, there would often be a stopover at Indian Hill.
