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Gristmill: Running on Empty

A trip to the sporting goods store turns into a moment of reflection.

Jul 16, 2020
The Mast Head: Solitude, Chosen or Sought

You have to wonder how friendships will survive the pandemic.

Jul 9, 2020
The Shipwreck Rose: Crossing Over

My own favorite moment of 2020 was circling deck seven aboard the Queen Mary II in high seas, tilting into the high winds, as we crossed the North Atlantic back in January.

Jul 9, 2020
Gristmill: The Freedom Blues

Every American should have the experience of complete, untethered freedom, if only for a while.

Jul 9, 2020
Relay: Are You My Mother?

My mom’s ability to reach out, give you the spotlight, kill at cocktail hour, and, by God, hold up a conversation, is a source of endless luxury for my dad, sister, and me.

Jul 9, 2020
The Mast Head: It Will Be Different

There have been a lot of strange nights around the Fourth of July at our place. This year might turn out to be one of the strangest.

Jul 2, 2020
Point of View: Time to Remember

On this, the first day of summer, I thought it would be fit to fetch the snow shovel from its place beside the front door and take it to the shed out back. “I guess we won’t be needing this for a while,” I said to Mary, before recalling that given the winter that wasn’t, we hadn’t needed it at all.

Jul 2, 2020
Gristmill: Joltin’ Joe Bows Out

Let's pause a moment to reflect on the passing of Joe Sinnott, artist and inker instrumental in shaping the look of the Marvel Comics universe in its 1960s heyday.

Jul 2, 2020
The Mast Head: Interspecies at Dinner

Dinnertime for black-backed gulls more or less coincides with people dinner around here, or so it seems to me. 

Jun 25, 2020
Point of View: A Great Awakening?

When Mary said we were already in heaven, our backyard providing ample evidence that it exists, I said Emily Dickinson had said something similar in some of her poems.

Jun 25, 2020
Gristmill: Bleeding in Sag Harbor

A self-imposed race against the clock to give blood as the pandemic drags on.

Jun 25, 2020
Relay: Two Cellists

Exactly six years, eight months, and one day have elapsed since the last time I played the cello.

Jun 25, 2020