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 have lived most of my life on the right side of the law. I say most, because almost all of my alternative encounters with law enforcement have come on Martha’s Vineyard.

My worst nightmare is to shop for ticking, a tightly woven and heavy fabric, used for upholstery and initially used for mattresses.

The popular Cottagers Annual House Tour, which had taken a sabbatical due to the pandemic, is back and enchanting as ever. This year’s event takes place on Thursday, July 18 (rain or shine) from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m.

While eyeing the cold winter water from several stories up on an Island ferry, my thoughts wandered as I looked out on the frigid expanse of the Sound.

I have spent most of my adult life rehabbing. Not from drugs or alcohol, but from participating in sports.

Hitchhiking was once a preferred mode of transportation on Martha’s Vineyard.

Writing for a newspaper — having your words and name appear in print — provides a special kind of thrill not easily matched.

For as long as I can remember, I have loved to dance — singing, too, but a little off-key.

Long before Cedar Tree Neck became the magnificent conservation area that it is today, it was a tucked-away refuge for summer visitors.