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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.

So what’s it really like to take a job as an Amazon driver?

Rediscovering basketball on my street in Springs, I began to lose myself in the joy of just being in my body and rekindling my relationship with my younger self and a ball.

In a newly unstable banking environment, American depositors can thank William H. Woodin of East Hampton for the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation.

How did we get to this precarious situation with Montauk’s water quality? The problem, in a word, is overdevelopment.

As Jimmy Carter is now in hospice care, I wonder what might have happened had his prescient words on conservation and self-sacrifice been heeded.

Thoughts on that road sign that says: Last Exit Before the End of Your Usefulness as a Person.

The passing of Burt Bacharach on Feb. 8 frees me to reveal that he was my first love.

The remarkable story of a man of character who bought his way out of bondage and became a successful landowner.