Opinion

A brilliant gift for someone special: an affordable membership to one of our wonderful South Fork cultural institutions.

The recent spate of injuries to football’s biggest stars makes it hard to justify a 17-game schedule, let alone extending to 18.

A Christmas prayer for when our feelings of joy are mixed with grief and loss.

In a scathing denunciation of the Department of Homeland Security, a United States District court judge excoriated Immigration and Customs Enforcement for what he called the inhumane and unlawful treatment of people held at the Alfonse M. D’Amato United States Courthouse in Central Islip.

Life was slower here in the 1970s, and streaking, of all things, more prevalent.

The holiday is a good time to remember that life was more communal centuries ago, lived out in the street and on the commons, often with alcohol.

When readers struggle to escape the gender trap.

It’s hard to believe a little house, with a little store and studios, run by a kindly, helpful team of devoted community members, could do so much for the making of art here.

As the most powerful nation in the world teeters at the edge of a dictatorial cliff, historians can counter this distressingly familiar story.

The East Hampton Library is the pearl in our town’s cultural crown.

I have generally stopped overnighting at hotels of the Holiday Inn sort and instead tried when possible to book short-term rentals. It has been an education.

I have a psychological profile that prefers to cling to old ways.

From the Jan. 6 insurrectionists to George Santos to Honduran ex-President Juan Orlando Hernandez, Donald Trump has made an art of opening the jailhouse doors.

Time for new blood, time for brains, time for a more clearly articulated moral argument.

Most young people believe that political leaders have shirked their responsibilities when it comes to climate change. They need to be listened to.

Many New Yorkers’ health coverage is in real jeopardy.

Marigolds are survivors, deterring deer and cold and coming back year after year when the seedpods are left among the leaf litter at the end of the growing season.

The bicentennial year, 1976, was a high water mark for everything the current American president and his followers love to loathe.

Memories of kid walkabouts downtown.

Fast times and otherwise at the 2025 Montauk Turkey Trot.

In retirement I have discovered a way to make my cherished old blue jeans new again.

It’s nice to be paying less at the pump, but, once again, South Forkers are feeling the gouge, and can expect to keep on paying more than $4 a gallon for regular.

Two recent events, both involving water, on nearly opposite ends of the South Fork provide a look into the future for our coastal communities, and it is not encouraging.

In the days since news of the illegal air attack that killed two men clinging to blown-up wreckage in the southern Caribbean, I have been thinking a lot about Lee Zeldin.

Looking for wisdom in parlous times.

I think of it as “the day when I had to choose between being a Jew or being a parent.”

For millions of Americans — including many on the South Fork — the need for food benefits and pantries remains high.

This Thanksgiving, we’re thankful for the moms and pops who keep the lights on all winter. It’s a community service.

I wonder what humankind might turn to now that the already shallow credibility of the internet is draining away to nothing.

Chocolate sundae pie is a rigorous test of culinary skills, and for every 10 times I’ve produced one, I’ve succeeded perhaps twice.