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When Memorial Day approached, my thoughts turned to Henry David Thoreau. Like him, I “want but little.” Where better to get in touch with nature and contemplate the meaning of life than our house in the Hamptons?

Despite two failed marriages, I still loved men. The way they smell. The way they see life. The way it feels to kiss them. I knew I couldn’t find myself on a diet of self-help, yoga, and girlfriends, as much as I love those things. The naked truth was that I needed men to get over the men who’d let me down. In fact, I needed a lot of them. 

“UFO Sightings Desk Reference,” a county-by-county compilation of saucer sightings in all 50 states, ranked Suffolk County as number one, with 554 U.F.O.s reported from 2001 to 2015. Here are some of the most notable sightings over East Hampton and Montauk.

There’s an old saying that comedy equals tragedy plus time. Which must be why bad house guests are much funnier (after the fact) than good guests. All I know is they’re much more fun to write about than actually live through.

The humble, lovable box turtle, a methodical, omnivorous, unmistakable symbol of slow-and-steady, was once far more common on the East End, but this unique local animal is far from being a lost cause.

Make no mistake, the Hudson Valley is beautiful territory. I’ll match the sunsets we see from our deck with the best Santa Fe has to offer. But touting the region as “the Hamptons North,” as The New York Times did? That’s a covered bridge too far.

It’s coming up to 50 years, the start of gay liberation. The big celebration happens where it all started, the Stonewall Inn on Christopher Street in New York, where the gays finally fought back, but what if the late-June hoopla moved a block and a half away?

The heated debate about the social justice component of the Green New Deal will run up against the scientific arguments regarding climate change and raise serious questions about how and on what basis environmental policy is developed.