Columnists

The East Hampton Town Trustees eventually had to take on the question of a scholarship named for William J. Rysam, an enslaver of other human beings.

I never liked the happy-clappy bright yellow of spring’s early buds.

This year the fun was bled right out of TurboTax.

Thomas Piketty thinks we’re heading toward more equality should the wealth be spread around a bit more.

I had a realization, of sorts, swimming in the warm water off Puerto Rico last week.

Even when I was a punk-rock teenager of 15 and 16, I kept a carefully curated vanity table, my bottles of drugstore body lotion and mail-order pins and badges displayed like a still life, like a Joseph Cornell assemblage.

Notes on life in a small plane.

It is depressing to think that war, nuclear weaponry, and oceans clogged with plastic will be our legacy to coming generations.

I’m glad my daughter is finally getting into thrifting.

A cable TV search for something to watch. Something other than ads.

Sag Harbor Village is the big city for me. 

Of late, I have gotten interested in a psychological aspect of cleaning.

It was at Theater 80 that I received my education in Barbara Stanwyck and Greer Garson.

Word from sunny Florida raises hopes for a revived piano circuit.

I was delighted to tell Mary the other day what I’d learned, to wit, that the Gaelic word saoirse “means freedom . . . the freedom to be and to express yourself.”

The osprey’s success story.

Recollections of an ancestor's relief work in Mariupol, Ukraine, a century ago.

When expressions of thanks are unfailingly met with more thanks . . .

Asked by an interviewer recently if I could describe the two Covid years in one word, I replied, “Constraint.”

It was one of those little moments when something someone casually says can change your trajectory for good.

The world of 1970s snackitude was fully encompassing, a total sensory experience of taste, texture, aroma, sound, and vision.

Sag Harbor’s mayor alludes to a stigma on wheels.

We went to the Sag Harbor Cinema recently, and in leaving I said to Mary that we’d never again have to go to New York City.

For the first time in my memory, we have not a single letter to the editor about East Hampton Airport.

Personality-driven commentary and ingratiating displays of concern in place of reporting is exactly what the father of the 24-hour news cycle, Ted Turner, did not want.

You would think that Vladimir Putin would have chosen a sport other than judo, “the gentle way.” 

In the coming weeks, work on an initial set of five bronze bricks bearing the names of enslaved people will begin.

Do teenagers still pool-hop at strangers’ homes in the best ZIP codes? I hope they do.

The challenges of a nightly reading habit.

The benefits of bilingual education, especially on Long Island, are obvious.