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

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

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

Sag Harbor Village is the big city for me. 

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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