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That compound-fractured tennis racket I have had as a reminder in my office may actually be a thing of the past.

Estimates are that close to half of all insect species are falling and that a third are in danger of extinction.

Once more unto the gravel trails of Van Cortlandt Park.

In the end, we only have each other, and in the end, disembodied, it’s the extent to which we’ve nourished the creative spirit, of mankind, of our country, of our town, of our village, that lives on.

This is the time of the year that deer are killed by vehicles here in great numbers.

Andre Dubus’s essay “Giving Up the Gun” has renewed relevance in this political moment and with New York State’s struggles with concealed carry laws.

Everyone and their sister is selling their own lifestyle these days, attempting to be an influencer. Everyone thinks their own taste is good taste, and almost everyone is wrong.

The glories and mysteries of Mount Morris.

“Annotating is garbage,” my son said. “Annotating is how you ruin a book.”

There’s a place for everything and everything’s not in its place is more or less the maxim I have lived by.

A favorite tree behind the Star office will soon be no more, thanks to a disease affecting beeches that is spread by a newly discovered nematode.

Sometimes a smell is more than just a smell, and we need to lift up the rug and see what's festering.