Spring, unaware that the world has stopped, continues to march persistently onward. The pinkletinks have once again started to sing in the ponds and wetlands of the island, particularly audible...

In this troubling time, I find myself recalling a favorite Wendell Berry poem, The Peace of WIld Things, which includes these beautiful lines: When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in...

I am on the Steamship ferry, crossing over to America for a dental appointment and contemplating how strange this life is where every trip home is marked by a journey over water. I have been making...

Although it is only late February, I can’t help but feel that spring is just around the corner, especially with recent daytime temperatures reaching into the fifties. In March on the farm, we...

About 40 Chappaquiddickers gathered at the Edgartown town hall on Monday afternoon for a meeting with town selectmen regarding the Chappy Ferry. After an unannounced increase in ticket book prices...

Buenos Dias from sunny San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. My two-year-old daughter and I made the very long journey from Chappaquiddick last week, a trip which involved one car, two boats, one bus, two...

I am writing this week from Jackson, N.H., a small town tucked in the heart of the White Mountains. A snow-capped Mount Washington looms outside the window and the big sky is threatening snow. Having...

I hope our community will rally for Jeff and Becca LaMarche, former Chappy ferry captains, who need our support during a heartbreaking and challenging time. As many of you know, Becca and Jeff were...

Two nights of freezing temperatures last week finally brought a hard frost to Chappaquiddick. At Slip Away Farm, this means I will be digging the dahlia tubers, planting the last of our bulbs (I have...

As I sit and write this, it is early afternoon out here on Chappy, but the sun is already low in the sky, casting its golden light across our leaf-littered lawn. The dark days are upon us; time to...