Columnists

The weirdness of the Beijing Winter Olympics was perfectly mirrored by the intricacies and dead zones of NBC’s Peacock streaming service.

Continuing in the same vein as last week, more excerpts from “Five Characters in Search of an Editor,” read 50 years ago at Guild Hall.

Four years ago when a few of us began looking into early East Hampton’s relationship with slavery, we were met with a cocked head and some variation of “We don’t have anything about slavery.”

Two essential graphic novels on the occasion of Black History Month.

The news keeps reporting studies that conclude remote work is more productive work, but those studies are clearly incorrect.

This sounds cheap, but I’d like to protest the disappearance of soup and sandwiches at the mobile New York Blood Center drives.

Facebook is more interesting in Nova Scotia.

It’s funny, but when you’re looking for something, something else, something that you had given up looking for years ago, turns up.

Black History Month has been busy here in recent years, since The Star and the East Hampton Library began looking into the history of slavery in earnest in the summer of 2017.

My career on the stage was short and inglorious.

Rather than kind acts, it’s the failures to act kindly that I tend to remember.

Road rage: Nine out of 10 people say they don’t have it. Actually, I have no idea if that’s true; I just made up the statistic to get your attention. But the subject has been on my mind a lot lately.