Opinion

Refreshing humanity and entertainment in an afternoon with comic books.

Just as a lot of bad news about water was coming out, the Suffolk County Legislature failed to authorize putting the Water Quality Protection Act on the Nov. 7 ballot.

I’m mindful that the threat Trump poses is one thing that cannot be ducked.

If there were a grand prix of weeding, it would be ridding grass from between patio or walkway bricks without toxic herbicides like RoundUp.

We have been here many times before. Officials and citizens vow to take a fresh look at building rules in the face of overdevelopment, but, in the end, little changes.

It’s preferable when your kids come to appreciate your old favorite tunes on their own. But sometimes a nudge is in order.

Jerry Herman, the musical man, was more than just underrated.

Eating out is lovely on a summer evening. But it has also created a potential mess by possibly almost doubling the number of patrons on site at any one time.

I was impressed when several on the Sag Harbor Whalers collegiate baseball team told me they were majoring in scientific subjects.

Our climate reality has shifted from a sense that it could happen here to it actually is happening here already.

In the party department, where has all the fun gone?

From the minor leagues to the M.L.B. draft: It’s a crapshoot.

It seems that everyone wants to write a children’s book, and while lots of people think they can, I beg to differ.

In a study of emergency room visits from 2000 to 2017, researchers at New York University’s School of Medicine concluded that e-bike injuries were the most severe and most likely to require hospitalization.

It’s hard to revel in schadenfreude anymore when one’s closest relatives live within the places, such as drought-ridden California, sizzlingly-hot Florida, and smoke-clogged Ohio, that we’re glad we don’t live in.

Coming soon to a farmers market near you: food-waste bins.

Believe it or not, there was a time not all that long ago when the surfing scene looked very different around here.

Speaking in the first person, ChatGPT declared it would be happy to help a Star letter writer. The result was cringe-worthy.

Thoughts on the Fourth after missing out on the Fourth.

Everything that my granddaughter does is new, vibrant, and alive. Everything my mother-in-law does is old, frail, and confused. And I’m caught in the middle.

Every moment’s a poem.

The list of problems is long, but the potential for improving the area around Springs-Fireplace and Three Mile Harbor Roads in East Hampton is great.

Each year, a new source of vehicular irritation gets my attention — this year it’s the black Audi.

The supernatural Saharan skyfall of 1994 was on my mind last month when we were visited by the first heavy haze from the Canadian wildfires.

It is difficult to know yet whether disaster was averted or just delayed by a United States Supreme Court decision released this week in an important voting case.

Words of unity at a graduation ceremony on Pierson Hill.

Moving on after the death of my father involved moving, literally towing, his riding lawn mover and all it signified.

The East Hampton Village Board has a golden opportunity ahead to clear up confusion regarding the use of Herrick Park.

Giving it all at a Little League game.

Lessons learned in early employment.