For some, a birthday is just a day on the calendar and an occasion to indulge in cake.
Each time I quietly walked the metamorphosed Lucy Vincent Beach over the past couple of weeks, the "change there would be no butterflies" would pop into my head.
It was a big week at USCG Station Menemsha. Pins, praise and high fives were shared as almost a full handful of advancements took place at a boathouse ceremony.
January. The sun plays a cruel game of hide and seek.
For many, ringing in the new year is an opportunity to bask in tradition, make a fresh start and resolve to do better in the upcoming year.
The holiday festivities, for me, kicked off with wrapping gifts for Chilmark's littlest residents just more than a week ago.
The tree is decorated, lights are strung, gifts are wrapped, cookies are baked and Christmas cheer is being spread around town.
As I turned up Middle Road last Saturday, I caught a glimpse of a red-tailed hawk sitting on a wire.
I'm not a poet.
