When Cormac McCarthy died this summer, I didn’t go to one of his late novels, I went to “Blood Meridian.”

Closing up our summer retreat was when I first experienced what my grandmother called “the pain of a heavy heart.”

Donations of gently used baby gear, including equipment, toys, and clothing, are now being accepted at the Children's Museum of the East End in Bridgehampton for an upcoming swap-n-shop event.

The 30 stories in Francis Levy’s “The Kafka Studies Department” add a lightly absurdist take on human psychology to the landscape of literary brevity.

The wood sculptures of Jonathan Shlafer range from tall and sinewy to squat and abstract, tribalistic totems to biomorphic forms, all raw and unfinished, allowed to carry on a dialogue with nature’s weathering forces.