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Everything that my granddaughter does is new, vibrant, and alive. Everything my mother-in-law does is old, frail, and confused. And I’m caught in the middle.

Moving on after the death of my father involved moving, literally towing, his riding lawn mover and all it signified.

That the reduction in nuclear capacity after the Three Mile Island disaster would keep the coal industry alive and exacerbate climate change should have been obvious.

It was with both happiness and a tinge of disappointment that I saw the go-kart my son and I built years ago drive away.

On the occasion of the late Robin Duke being honored by Planned Parenthood Hudson Peconic for her work as a women’s rights advocate, her granddaughter recalls the most important lesson she imparted.

While a prostate cancer diagnosis can set off alarm bells, one of the lessons I learned is that research and knowledge will dispel many negative myths.

A good way to look at tough stretches, rough patches, and travails — as opportunities for positive change.

We need to get the word out to Lyme-infected mothers-to-be and to women of childbearing age who have mysterious, systemic health problems with no clear cause.

A rediscovered letter from 1972 sheds new light on parenting.

Contested Marsden Street in Sag Harbor? As kids we called the area the back lots. Here’s its story.

When the construction never lets up, the rules have got to change.

Adventures with an American cheesecake in Normandy.