Opinion

Looking for profundity in the pews.

I don’t have many friends. My wife thinks this is unhealthy.

After the midterm election, there is a palpable tone of good cheer in the November air as the feast of thankfulness approaches.

Town records are full of references to the valuable, important meadow at Napeague.

One funny thing about being a real hoarder of time — getting older — is that if you wait long enough the commonplace knowledge of your youth starts to sound like arcana.

This year’s crop of political signs was especially bad.

Kathee Burke-Gonzalez and her supporters in the Democratic Party may want to tamp down their celebrations, considering how strongly voters came out to write in Jerry Larsen for supervisor.

Revisiting James Whale’s cinema creature with fresh eyes and attuned ears.

A doctor’s recommendation not to go out on my own, a foreclosure of basic independence, took me aback and piqued my indignation.

The great American experiment in Democracy may hold after all.

Cranberries are a big deal on Martha’s Vineyard, but I’m not sure that in all my time at The Star we’ve had a single story about the local crop.

It’s fall, and the woodsmoke’s fine.

Politics in Alaska gets fishy. (Meaning salmon, thank you very much.)

Adventures in East Hampton retailing.

This is a prime moment for the citizenry and the town to be vigilant about proliferating small cell poles.

On the race for town supervisor.

The trip over to Connecticut aboard Cerberus may have been lovely, but the return made for more of a story.

Other states and countries boast of having the best apples, but they do not have the best apples. We do, thanks to the Halsey family.

What should affordable housing look like? It’s time to think bigger.

The freedom of the petless in a family struggle against the desire for animal companionship.

My fitness regime kept me grounded after my time in the military. Now as a trainer I’m looking to fold therapy into guided physical movement.

Amagansett Main Street could get new lampposts and lighting as part of a long-discussed nighttime illumination redesign. Or not.

News of the London murders reached East Hampton quickly back in 1888.

I’m fascinated by the way certain words get misfiled and, falling through the gears of my thoughts while I sleep at night, come clattering out in the morning when I wake.

Caring for neighbors should extend to curtailing the use of ear-punishing gas-powered lawn equipment.

A scuba diver is swallowed by a sperm whale in Daniel Kraus’s novel “Whalefall.” Now in a movie theater near you? Color me curious.

How Carmen and Leon Lefkowitz came to found Pathfinder Country Day Camp in Montauk in the 1960s, starting a 60-year family run.

Voters in the First Congressional District need to get off their keisters on Nov. 3 and vote for Christopher Gallant. 

Connecticut. It’s closer than you think.

Memories of studying ballet under the tutelage of Gordon Peavy on Newtown Lane.