Opinion

One of the great but unknown authors of recent times will be celebrated at Guild Hall by actors including Bruce Willis.

In their grandest form, paid obituaries in The New York Times can occupy entire columns of pricey newspaper real estate, as loving family members or well-compensated publicity agents recount every instance back to that fifth-grade service award.

Prominent Montaukers of long tenure recall Richard Nixon’s fondness for the place, as “Frost/Nixon” successfully conjures the ex-president onstage at Bay Street Theater.

In 1987 I became the keeper of the Montauk Light Station when the Coast Guard left, and for 31 years I’ve ridden out every squall, hurricane, blizzard, and even Superstorm Sandy alone at the light.
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A local group has come together for a Walk for Interdependence, to keep families together, at the windmill in Sag Harbor on the Fourth of July at 11 a.m.

The Shinnecocks take no glee in the public disasters that have befallen Shinnecock Hills since the tribe was excommunicated, the indigenous people removed as caretakers of their own land. But you could call it karma.

If the essence of the church meant being a field hospital, reaching the margins, loving the poor in spirit — as Pope Francis had told his flock — then there was the promise of compassion, understanding, and justice.

In the current political environment, I am frightened enough to feel that I have to be more involved. But how? Deciding isn’t easy, and neither is choosing among Representative Lee Zeldin's primary challengers.

If you had confronted me, I would have told you I wasn’t a battered wife. I was a strong, smart woman in love with a troubled man.

I was aware that Airbnb and HomeAway had obstacles, and I had heard the horror stories, renters partying and charging admission, or subdividing rooms with Sheetrock then subletting to other tenants.

Thank you, Mr. President, for strengthening the bonds of my nuclear family. “We’ll get through this, boys,” I told my discombobulated sons, “the family that panics together takes Xanax together.”

With college acceptance letters there comes a dilemma: not only which to choose, but whether you should search your soul for what you love or just flip a coin.