Opinion

The college drop-off doesn’t get any easier.

I was elated. If did a 10K in 41:31, breaking 40 would be a piece of cake. The difference was only 1:31, which seemed like nothing. Little did I realize I had reached my limit.

In threatening to wield the big stick of federal money, Nick LaLota gets government backward.

The Hampton Lifeguard Association has joined the push to gather public support for House Resolution 1188, which calls on Congress to recognize open-water lifeguards as official “emergency response providers.”

How is it okay for a catering dude to dump still-smoldering charcoal into a hole dug in the beach?

I was raised by wolves. And Barbara Stanwyck.

Weird Al Yankovic resurfaces.

As a lifelong anxious, reluctant, and fearful ocean swimmer, the thought of spending my Saturday and Sunday mornings running in and out of the ocean sounded overwhelming. No, terrifying.

Never has there been such gridlock. Never have other drivers demonstrated such audacity.

I was Patient Zero — at least in the Northeast, I believe. Long before the bite of a lone star tick was discovered to trigger an allergy to meat in humans, my case was an oddity, so strange in fact that I was once included in a morning television segment about people with weird reactions to certain foods. 

There is a theory that human society emerged at the water’s edge, that early humans, gathering by water sources, learned to forge bonds of truce or negotiate between groups around this shared resource. They had to.

East Hampton Village has a Flock problem.

Before we say goodbye, a quick nod to Marley, once a presence of furry serenity along Montauk Highway in Bridgehampton.

It was not a good time to fall. I’d recently decided to make a professional pivot, turning a lifelong passion for dance into a job teaching movement by blending yoga and other modalities.

The people in favor of a new parking lot behind the Springs Library should take a step back to reconsider.

For all the boats in the harbors here, very few ever appear to slip their lines.

What rains down upon the head of a mother delivering a student to college.

Years in the making, “Bar” brings a legendary music venue to life in book form.

The sheer number of visitors to our beaches in early August adds to our growing view that beach regulations must be expanded. 

The street-level art of a high-end Tiffany man.

When a good friend crosses the line into the unforgiveable.

Ohio Representative Max Miller is at the red-hot epicenter of an ugly drama with pivotal political implications.

The Star has been hosting a pair of student writers who are taking part in our summer program for high schoolers.   

For your entertainment, here are some everyday things that have disappeared from this world Since I Was a Girl.

A fight is unfolding over just how far self-governing states and towns can go in resisting federal Immigration and Customs Enforcement actions in our home communities.

Wild action at the Riverhead Raceway.

Manning the Hasty Bake: a loving blow-by-blow.

South Fork traffic is so bad that no one bothers to say that this summer is the worst ever.

Two gifts drew me out of the hermit cave of my bedroom on Saturday evening, the hard clams and the opening of the hard clams.

Barlume Beach and Este are high-visibility examples of a big problem.