After playwright Jon Lipsky, who was my father, died, the seed was planted for posthumously publishing eight of his finest plays.

I retired from 20 years of teaching in 1986, which means that I have been retired longer that I taught.

As with all of us, life is a series of stages and transitions. Years of joy and trepidation. Times of fun and despair. Or just plain time.

The glimpses that are available today of areas over which the walker of years ago used to travel with freedom and ease of movement.

The prospect of writing a thank-you letter after a loved one’s funeral can be a daunting task.

The following letter was sent to the Edgartown planning board.

I have been a property owner in Edgartown since 1997. One of the things I love about Edgartown and Martha’s Vineyard is that it remains a throwback to a time in this country when life was simple and the responsibility of freedom was a part of our fabric of life. I enjoy seeing the occasional hitchhiker, teenagers piled into the back of a pickup truck, kids jumping off the bridge by Bend in the Road Beach, the note on the cash register at Stop & Shop that Bill W. owes us $45.

I am hoping my Island neighbors will donate blood on June 23, to help save lives and restock the much-needed supply of blood.

In the fourth paragraph of my letter to the editor in last week’s edition the word “with” was omitted in the following sentence.

We still have two of the three sister Shih Tzus. One was adopted, but Brownie and Oreo are both available.

Now that the Barn, Bowl and Bistro is open for business, the bowling center has announced it is time to sign up for league bowling.