Nothing is cozier and more hygge to me than the East Hampton Library. The library and I go way back.
Nothing is cozier and more hygge to me than the East Hampton Library. The library and I go way back.
Help comes for a car that gives up the ghost.
This is the time when the fledged osprey learn to fend for themselves
Too often we define ourselves by what we aspire to, rather than what we already have.
When you hear corporate titans and the 1 percent rail that the Democrats’ efforts to revive the middle class in this country are “socialistic,” remember what the founding fathers said.
It’s up to us, to our inner drive, not to school ties or pedagogical assessments, as to whether we straighten up and fly right.
In seventh grade at the East Hampton Middle School, our math teacher taught us how to balance a checkbook by having us each run an imaginary store.
“I almost got court-martialed for wearing frayed cutoff shorts like that,” I said to Ed Hollander in the early going of the recent Artists-Writers Softball Game.
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