Two weeks ago, Chappaquiddick suddenly, unexpectedly and sadly lost one of our longtime year-round residents.

We are beyond lucky to call this place home.

It is a time of national movement, as people across the country protest the deaths of black Americans at the hands of white police officers.

I was saddened to hear of the passing of Siamak Adibi on May 10.

The grass is beginning to grow, the shad is blooming, the daylight hours are stretching.

The best news I have heard this week is that Tom Osborn, grader of roads and hauler of loads, is back home on Chappaquiddick.

It is another blustery, rainy day here on Chappy.

Spring, unaware that the world has stopped, continues to march persistently onward.

In this troubling time, I find myself recalling a favorite Wendell Berry poem, The Peace of WIld Things.

I am on the Steamship ferry, crossing over to America for a dental appointment.