Opinion

Among the points made at a forum held on July 20 about landscaping, sustainability, and community action was the idea that incentives for homeowners could help the groundwater supply.

I have taken note of a science article about the benefit of “blue” places, like oceans, bays, ponds, and rivers.

It’s my belief that the cashiers at this one supermarket — as at most groceries and gourmet marts in our neighborhood — are only mirroring the incivility of many of the customers.

News has leaked that the Environmental Protection Agency was working to abandon its fundamental basis for fighting climate change.

The frequency of fender-benders, and worse, in front of our Main Street office is an indication of the folly of blindly following digital maps.

Once more unto the broken-down car.

The hostile takeover of our airspace started pre-pandemic but was accelerated by it: a collective attempt to sanitize our lives with scents that scream “no germs here.” This is my outcry.

Like most towns of any size and history, ours has a few public servants whose service is so exemplary it becomes legendary. Into this category we would place Randy Hoffman.

Among the many community groups hereabout I admire, the East Hampton Trails Preservation Society stands out for its uniqueness of purpose.

We are somewhat view-starved in 2025, having spent 100 years and more cluttering up the joint with signage, driveway gates, ever-higher houses, powerlines, and Green Giant arborvitae.

Anthony Lane envy in a fellow crime fiction fan.

Through rainy weather, no wind, uncooperative currents, heavy seas, and thunderstorms, three friends and sailors keep it together — and keep talking.

There are more people crowded out here than ever before, but fewer of them are willing or able to raise their hand to volunteer to keep our community institutions going.

My own summer jobs history provides a look at just a few of the roles a young person can find on the South Fork — and the memories they create.

My brave friend Randy Hoffman, who I met in 2017 in the back of an ambulance when I joined the East Hampton Village Ambulance Association, has died.

They say walking’s the best thing for you. But if it replaces daily runs, are you old?

There I was at the Red Cross training program, a mother of four and a grandmother of two joining two young girls, one who wanted to be a lifeguard and another who was taking the course for recertification. I just wanted to keep up.

An East Hampton Village Board effort to reduce the terms of members of the zoning board of appeals and planning board should be abandoned.

There is no alternative on the horizon for when the most serious natural disasters — 50 to 60 per year — strike.

I would like to remind readers about the importance of sunscreen.

Reasons to stay.

It feels a bit like someone up in Albany is punking us with the “Groundhog Day” roadwork situation at the intersection of Route 114 and Stephen Hand’s Path.

By doing absolutely nothing to my Noyac lawn I’ve inadvertently created a firefly sanctuary.

Adventures in yardin’ from the 1990s into the aughts.

The classic lobster roll when I was growing up here in the 1970s was just lobster meat and mayonnaise, sometimes with chopped celery, on a hot dog bun. These days, variations abound.

One of the analog pleasures I miss most in our digital world is sitting on a stool behind the jewelry counter at my late Aunt Mary’s boutique on Newtown Lane examining catalogs from travel agencies.

This is a plea for Representative Nick LaLota to prioritize fighting Washington’s war on weather forecasting and climate science. This congressional district is particularly at risk.

East Hampton Town is poised to make two important land deals in the coming weeks, $20 million for one, $16 million for the other, and they merit a closer look.

John Steinbeck holds up.

I am not the only one who has noted the frankly unfriendly reception science and scientists are receiving these days, but what is most disturbing is the exodus of young aspiring scientists, the next generation.