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There is understandable concern in the fishing community as to how offshore wind will affect their livelihood, but how many are aware of the threat to fishing posed by burning fossil fuels?

When patients are first diagnosed with cancer, they are faced with a psychological crisis in the form of emotional trauma.

The downtown Montauk beach has been destroyed, and, sadly, we predicted this would happen.

You don’t go to diners for the food, but for solace. The booths are like confessionals in which you spill out your angst.

One man's Bette Davis obsession, stirred by the recent FX series “Feud,” set during and after the filming of the legendary “What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?”

With a single bumper sticker I took sides in a war between the dying ranks of stay-at-home moms and the burgeoning throngs of working mothers.

Memories and aftereffects of a thousand foul tips delivered flush into my catcher's mask.

I coined the term “nostalgia friendships” after someone I’ve known for a quarter-century remarked, “I hope you don’t feel you’re meeting me out of nostalgia.” But I was.

The March for Science on April 22 in Washington, D.C., will emphasize that scientific findings should not be ignored by policy makers or made partisan.

It was in 1972 that Dr. Al Mott came up with the idea for a pageant that would honor the accomplishments, dignity, and inner beauty of women over 60.

A worthy organization flying under the radar and started by an East Hamptoner now needs help.

What if the collaborative brain power that went into the smartphone were applied to society's most intractable problems?

Without the heart to end the lives of the mice that invade our home every winter, I continue to stand on stools with a broomstick and shriek.

If the trend is for readers to get their news from the internet and mostly from unvetted sites, should those sites edit more? Or does the public need to be educated.

Progressive East End Reformers, or PEER, has seen attendance at its meetings soar since the November election. Now, with respect, some questions.

Could a literature of unheard voices become its own kind of canon? What would happen if those voices were to be truly heard? The Herstory Writers Workshop provided an answer.

Barbra Streisand’s 74 now. Blond. Botoxed. And bigger, in more ways than one, than ever.

Does negativity produce a certain charisma that’s lacking in exchanges between those who have each other’s best interests at heart?

Today I recall three great loves of my life. Yet I’m more interested in finding joy and happiness in the moment.

For most of us on my block in San Francisco's Richmond district 80 years ago, middle class was fine and pursuit of riches a waste of family quality time.

A summertime stop at the Sagaponack General Store triggers a flood of nostalgia.

Recent polls show increasing support for climate action among Republican voters, and several G.O.P. senators have spoken out in favor of it.

It was only after my second cup of coffee that a thought drifted into my consciousness: "It's January and I need to find a bathing suit."

In subways, restaurants, and other public places, I see more and more caregivers totally absorbed in mobile devices while they are with young children.

He was big: 6 feet 4 inches, 260 pounds, and all muscle. His name was Abe Simon, and he was a friend of my father and my uncle Harold. He became a heavyweight boxing contender.

Christmas Day this year will be the 100th anniversary of a huge memorial service on Capitol Hill for Inez Milholland Boissevain, whose death played a crucial role in the passage of the 19th Amendment giving women the right to vote.

Two months ago my life changed from black-and-white photograph to color movie for four hours. The special screening took place during the 40th reunion of the East Hampton High School class of 1976.

We live in a world awash in facts, figures, and screens, and it challenges our tolerance for not knowing, for living with questions rather than so many answers.

Hate hurts most when you’re not ready for it, when your thoughts after a brutal political season are of the comfort of home. That’s how hate sliced through me recently on the Long Island Rail Road — suddenly.

I was certain that a second home would actually be horrible for me: more bills and aggravation. Why not just travel the world and stay in luxury hotels?