Guestwords

How Fred Yardley and the lifeguards of Main Beach pioneered the best way to body surf.

Our community needs to be educated about what’s here or coming down the pike: Many trees are in trouble.

The dysfunction in Washington cannot prevent us from meeting our responsibilities as a world leader. Congress must put aside petty squabbles and rise to the occasion to provide proper funding for Israel and ensure we’re combating antisemitism, Islamophobia, and all forms of hate here at home.

As we’re now safely into the fall, we can dig in to the Hamptons’ favorite pastime: kvetching about restaurants.

I’ve always seen the South Fork as a giant outdoor Cinerama. But how movies have portrayed the area has been hit or (more often) miss.

Falling leaves provide shelter for the insects that pollinate our flowering world. They nourish the soil, keeping it alive. Let’s rethink what we do with them.

Closing up our summer retreat was when I first experienced what my grandmother called “the pain of a heavy heart.”

I refuse to embrace the title of elderly. No, I am in that age range which I have labeled “twelderly”; like “tween” is to teen.

A 2012 Columbia University study on addiction medicine found that only one in 10 drug or alcohol addicts gets medical treatment, leaving more than 20 million Americans untreated.

Thinking about my youth in Amagansett both takes me back in time and roots me firmly in the present.

Memories of Sixto Rodriguez, singer-songwriter who found late fame.

The lessons of Barry Commoner, the “Paul Revere of the modern environmental movement,” are now more important than ever.

I am 17 years old and would like to share my experience as a minor in a county jail for eight months.

This experiment would be part of my personal plan to adopt a more planet-friendly lifestyle.

Refreshing humanity and entertainment in an afternoon with comic books.

Jerry Herman, the musical man, was more than just underrated.

It seems that everyone wants to write a children’s book, and while lots of people think they can, I beg to differ.

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.

A storm of aggressive and sometimes egregious development is upon us, and the East Hampton Town Building Department is unsupported. This is a disastrous combination.