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Every week I hike a Pennsylvania nature trail named for my late friend Jere Knight. It’s my thank-you to her for trusting me to write the first biography of her late husband Eric Knight, the English-American author of the novel “Lassie Come-Home.”

I had received an upgrade to ride the Hampton Jitney’s Ambassador coach, and was looking forward to a snack and some relaxation to the old-school music of my iTunes playlist. No such luck.

The New York governor’s persona intrigues me, and I draw on my love for Italian cinema to explore my fascination with him.

This year I finally planted my victory garden. My coronavirus home farm, inspired by the victory gardens of World War II.

With my hat, sunglasses, and N95 mask, I’m even more invisible than a middle-aged, gray-haired woman usually is in America. Not that I mind all that much.

President Trump’s three main economic initiatives — tax cuts, tariffs, and deregulation — have turned Washington, D.C., and the country upside down. How has this worked out? Here are some outcomes.

A memorable excursion into independence at Loon Lake in the Adirondacks.

On Sept. 20, 1970, the Free Life took off from Springs on a trans-Atlantic attempt, and something about its story has captured our attention ever since.

A chance meeting in the summer of 1975 changes the trajectory of a young man’s life.

After months of struggling to do it, I asked my brother to come get my sailboat — not because I do not love the beauty of it and the worlds it promised me, but because at some point I have to face reality and not just my dreams.

When it comes to statues, I would like to advance the idea that the Confederates are in a class by themselves.

A few recent painting experiences have brought me around to a new way of seeing what contemporary art is telling us about the disappearance of the open landscape.