Opinion

Memories of midcentury New York and an important figure in a woman’s life — the fun aunt.

Cerberus, my 1979 Cape Dory sloop, is progressing toward a July Fourth launch.

It’s been an interesting spring in family newspapering.

If you’re worried about whether society will hold together, a SUNY college commencement just might be a cure for what ails you.

I’m a dog person. Except when it comes to boats. With boats, I worry I might be a cat person.

There is a disturbing quality to the Trump administration’s bringing charges against a member of Congress in connection with her attempted oversight visit to a New Jersey immigrant detention center.

Scuffs where horseshoe crabs had made love during night covered the sand at Lazy Point. Their fevered trails crisscrossed the beach. Plovers and turnstones probed for eggs along the edge of the water.

One of the recurring themes of this column that I keep returning to — like a dog that annoys its master by wearing holes in the living room rug by habitually turning circles and clawing at the carpet with its paws before lying down — is the incontrovertible truth that people used to have more fun.

If it seems like The Star has a weird ax to grind over the local proliferation of “green giant” arborvitae, well, yes, we do.

Ticks have never been worse. Science to the rescue?

Mother’s Day brought the memories, both wistful and comforting.

Why did Nick LaLota vote for using “Gulf of America,” this jingoistic nod to the hyper-patriotism of the President Trump fan base?

Being able to eat outdoors at a South Fork restaurant during the summer is a delight, but too much of a good thing means trouble.

Getting reacquainted with Cerberus, my 1979 Cape Dory sloop.

We believe that the business folk behind Bonac’s latest mega-label boutique know exactly what they are doing.

I didn’t really enjoy the 1970s when I was in them. But how we miss that decade now that it’s gone.

A homily for parlous times.

One shining example of what customer service really means.

The White House’s move to abandon the climate assessment follows a raft of other moves that collectively are an immense setback to the urgent transition from fossil fuel combustion to clean and renewable energy.

Slavery and the debt owed to Black Americans are among the subjects the Trumpist thought police are seeking to erase from their telling of United States history.

I’m glad Gardiner’s Island has remained in private hands. Is that wrong?

One of the intriguing possibilities presented by the town’s new online system, OpenGov, is that it could improve public access to information.

What’s yours? Ross Macdonald or John D. MacDonald? How about both . . .

Riverhead is blessed to have an organization, the Butterfly Effect Project, that sees how girls are butterflies in progress, from birth, to caterpillar, to chrysalis, to adult.

Setting aside nostalgia for the days when local politics didn’t divide so starkly into blue and red camps, the fact is that single-party rule is simply a bad way to make important decisions.

For Helen S. Rattray, a “testimony and witness to more than a half-century of community life.”

I’ve had this idea for a few years now that requires some artistic assistance. Does anyone know a mapmaker?

If there were any doubt about how thoroughly the Trump administration has drunk from the cup of Orwellian doublethink, it has been dispelled.

On the real-world human impact of the Trump administration abruptly halting the United States’ vast aid network to the world’s poor and suffering.

Close and not-so-close encounters with bears.