March is here and our shoes are laced up for what’s typically the month where a meteorological smorgasbord is served.
When my kids were at the Chilmark School I was readily in the, so-called, loop when it came to the highs and lows of their school days.
Phone calls, texts, emails, social media posts and knocks on the door were the various ways the world came together to celebrate Jane Slater’s 93 birthday.
When I was a child, Valentine’s Day was always something to look forward to.
Even for the hardiest New Englanders, February is often the longest, shortest month.
I’ve always believed in the written word. Putting your thoughts down on paper helps you clearly understand what and how you want to share something.
I never aspired to be a journalist. I’m not actually certain that writing a town column even entitles me to that designation.
Weather is often challenging during scallop season. The wind can be relentless.
Birthdays, birthdays, birthdays. New Year’s Day is not only the start of a new calendar year but a special day of celebration.
