Opinion

The Star’s Holiday Spirit decorating contest, launched with the help of the Anchor Society and the Greater East Hampton Chamber of Commerce, was judged on Saturday, and we have a winner: the Monogram Shop of Newtown Lane.

Thoughts on team loyalty formation after the Thanksgiving football smorgasbord.

Suffolk Community College recently made the lamentable decision to stop offering journalism as a major.

Christmas tree follies.

In the waning days of his administration President Biden could unilaterally declare Plum Island a national monument, thereby sidestepping Congress.

This Friday through Sunday after Thanksgiving, a new chapter of Hamptons Pride history will be written in the East Hampton Presbyterian Church, as quilts from the National AIDS Memorial will be on display.

At Thanksgiving it seems appropriate to think about eastern Long Island’s very first land flip, which began 383 years ago when the Manhanset Indians were robbed of the place we know today as Shelter Island.

Coming to you from the D-III national championships in Terre Haute, Indiana . . .

Here’s what we are most grateful for on Thanksgiving eve, 2024.

Dinner at Sam’s Bar and Restaurant with both my children followed by a brand-new Ridley Scott movie: Life probably won’t get much better than that.

In a town where just getting a permit to build a deck can take six months or more, taking time to get things right should be seen as just part of the deal.

We are swimming upstream against the mighty current of all-consuming consumerism as Black Friday approaches.

East Hampton Town’s efforts to help Montauk senior citizens access their medications come as a reminder that good governing at the local level is more essential than ever.

A writer looks forward to the intimacy, quiet, and soul nourishment of winter.

I heard a liberal podcaster the other day lamenting the corniness of the term “the Resistance,” which brings to mind some dystopian movie.

Montaukett Chief Robert Pharaoh’s accepting a proclamation last week from East Hampton Town Supervisor Kathee Burke-Gonzalez may have marked the beginning of a centuries-delayed rapprochement between the tribe and the town.

May all your feeders be full.

We can’t help but think shopping holidays are a bit silly, but in the case of Small Business Saturday we are getting over it and heading out to give cash thanks.

The movies are my lexicon.

It is hardly surprising that Donald Trump’s pick to head the Environmental Protection Agency is a man staunchly on the side of polluters. This is fealty over expertise.

There are people in my Protestant church tradition who will say you shouldn’t mix politics and religion. But that’s impossible. The teachings in Scripture in any of our religious traditions call for responsible action based on central affirmations of faith.

Recalling then-Representative Lee Zeldin’s strange town hall in Amagansett.

It was as welcome as it was toothsome when Brian Collins, pitmaster, served up a colonial meal, history lesson on the side, at the Nathaniel Rogers House.

Donald Trump views journalists as the “enemy of the people.” It is urgent that the PRESS Act pass the Senate.

Memories of a time abroad that taught one writer how to truly experience travel.

A number of people I’ve run into in the past couple of weeks have asked about my sailboat and what the status of its motor retrofit is. Perhaps it was because of the unseasonably mild weather that some minds turned to sailing.

Overnight, from Tuesday to Wednesday, the world shifted on its axis. We can pretend we awoke to the same country, and go about our business, but we did not.

Casting an early ballot in the old Southampton College gym brings on the hoop dreams.

If this week has taught us anything, it’s that we need more opportunities to come together for fun. You got a taste of that if you had a chance to stop by the block party that the East Hampton Village Foundation hosted on Newtown Lane on Oct. 26 as the Yankees faced the Dodgers in Game 2 of the World Series.

Many, many years — and many shattered illusions — ago, during the presidential election year of 2004, when I was a magazine editor in Manhattan, I volunteered during the Republican National Convention as an “election observer.”