A different kind of town meeting happened last weekend.

The Martha’s Vineyard Museum has had the assistance of executive director Phil Wallis for several years.

Okay, I know I’m a feminist, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but something I saw in my backyard really upset me.

I think with more people showing up to shelter on-Island the turkeys must have more restaurants to stop at.

There is so much time to sit on my back deck and watch spring unfold.

I know it had to happen, but the saddest cancellation for me is the closing of Camp Jabberwocky for this summer.

Lately, it seems I report big changes in every column. But change we must.

The police were in my neighborhood last week investigating the deaths of three turkeys.

The turkeys, the cats, the dogs have so quickly adjusted to having me home all the time now.

My turkeys are puffing up and preparing for mating season.