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Now that I am an octogenarian, my sense of risk increases at every turn. At the same time, I have gained an understanding of vulnerability as a character trait that allows me to be more open to what the world may offer.

It’s a rare thing to be part of an all-female crew on a sailboat, and yet that’s where I found myself in the middle of Noyac Bay.

Down the road I found a cream-colored, brown-speckled pony staked to a post in a farmer's yard. He was stunted, thick-barreled, short-necked. My stack of bills and quarters was enough, and a horsewoman was born.

The love of objects isn’t necessarily symptomatic of greed. Sometimes they become an extension of who we are, and a tangible sign of our connection to others.

If you were witty, she was delighted. If you were needy, she was giving. If you were aspirational, she was your number-one cheerleader. We all should be more like Mary Graves.

Conservatives will accept the reality of climate change once they realize that the most effective solution is one that depends on market forces rather than government regulation.

After D-Day, why did it take the Allies 11 months to make it from Normandy to Berlin, when normally it’s a day’s drive?

A last-minute trip to Belmont Park one June day in 1973 led to our correspondent witnessing a once-in-a-lifetime triumph — Secretariat’s Triple Crown.

The idea of downing a brisk brew now and again is growing on me. It seems to match my middle-aged self, my slower self, my more contented self.

One sportfisherman’s perspective on how Montauk has changed.

It’s typical of people my age to look back with nostalgia and say it’s too bad everything has gone to hell. But I look forward.

I wanted someone who baked cookies. My mother painted pictures.