I see you Gus in the eyes of the Snowy Owl as it wings by windshield high
On July 4 at the Tabernacle, I joined two dozen neighbors in reading Frederick Douglass’ speech, What, to the Slave, Is the Fourth of July, which he...
After a jolly family supper at my daughter's, I strolled home down a dirt road at twilight.
The Lost Letters from Martha’s Vineyard by Michael Callahan, Mariner Books 2024, 304 pages, $30.
I have noticed, when facing various situations that have multiple possible outcomes I tend to ruminate on the negative possibilities.
It was one of those days that had me wishing the pain others carry didn’t touch me so deeply. Driving along a beach road, the scent of rosa rugosa...
A few years ago, I was chatting with my mother, who is now 97, at her house on Menemsha Pond in Chilmark. At that point, the egrets on the Pond and...
This summer, the Martha’s Vineyard Garden Club will be commemorating their centennial and honoring their founder, Agnes D. Meikleham.
Wendell Berry wrote: “If you don’t know where you are, you don’t know who you are.”
they’d never been there in the summer before when the white morning sky burns the mist like snowy cinders
When you lose your partner, tasks envelop you in that first year. Change your bank accounts, send death certificates to Social Security and some...
Great-grand-daughter of a Vineyard whaling captain, daughter of a West Tisbury poet and a New Jersey educator renowned for his Island linoleum block...

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