Susan Stiles is a woman of mystery.

Little Red Riding Hood eyed the creature under the covers and suspected something was amiss.

It is good to have a backup plan.

Beware (and behold) the Blob.

It was a scary week with the witches, ghouls and goblins all about.

Since the end of the Derby has come and gone, it is not the anglers or their escapades that have me pondering poisson.

Fellow fig fan and Greek philosopher Epictetus has some advice that I had no choice but to accept.

He definitely had legs to stand on — eight red ones to be exact.

Laura Lennihan’s grandparents must have been true romantics. Fifty-plus years ago, they planted lilac bushes, which symbolize first love, around their Vineyard Haven home.

I was seeing red. It wasn’t a case of anger, just of observation. Walking along a trail recently, I noticed a scattering of small bright red objects along the sandy trail.