Opinion

A vote on the back of the ballot this year could transform New York State’s approach to climate change and a range of other environmental and social issues. But where the money goes needs to be watched.

In the end, we only have each other, and in the end, disembodied, it’s the extent to which we’ve nourished the creative spirit, of mankind, of our country, of our town, of our village, that lives on.

This is the time of the year that deer are killed by vehicles here in great numbers.

Everyone and their sister is selling their own lifestyle these days, attempting to be an influencer. Everyone thinks their own taste is good taste, and almost everyone is wrong.

Time is running out in New York State to register to vote in the critically important upcoming election.

The glories and mysteries of Mount Morris.

I suspect that I haven’t given enough credit to my feet for what they’ve done for me. It’s time to correct that.

A major new affordable housing initiative should go into effect at the beginning of next year.

There’s a place for everything and everything’s not in its place is more or less the maxim I have lived by.

A favorite tree behind the Star office will soon be no more, thanks to a disease affecting beeches that is spread by a newly discovered nematode.

“Annotating is garbage,” my son said. “Annotating is how you ruin a book.”

The Hamptons International Film Festival has grown up into a serious player in the world of entertainment.

Thoughts on Joe Flacco, the hard-luck Jets, and team loyalty.

Memories of picking beach plums in Shinnecock Hills, and how they were lovingly jarred in a grandmother’s sweet-smelling kitchen.

Climate scientists say that catastrophic storms are increasing in intensity as the Earth’s atmosphere becomes warmer.

I don’t know why the sculpture of a bull was put up in Herrick Park. Is it to remind us of Wall Street, which also has one?

It was a serious mistake for East Hampton Village Mayor Jerry Larsen to hop aboard a concept for trees to be placed along the perimeter of a Main Beach lot at private expense.

My son, Ellis’s, first game as a member of the East Hampton Middle School football team comes up this week, and it has gotten me thinking about when I was his age and switched schools, too.

Sometimes a smell is more than just a smell, and we need to lift up the rug and see what's festering.

For the first time in ages, the race to be the East End’s member of the House of Representatives feels like it is about something big — freedom.

A 5K in Sag Harbor joins road racing with historical sightseeing and live music.

I hereby pay my respects to this woman who so impressively embodied Britain’s history and spirit.

Who knew that after Uber and Lyft took over the roads — and helicopter-flight apps took over the sky — that the bays and harbors would be next? That is apparently what the Suffolk Legislature has noticed coming.

Autumn has its music too, Keats said, though it’s not all that melancholic at the moment to my mind because, with 11 high school teams to cover, I must be nimble.

Everything is a scam. That is what I tell my friends, family, and co-workers about basically anything that comes in from an unfamiliar number or email address. “Never answer the phone,” I say to them.

No one says “doggie bag” anymore. And who thought we’d have an opportunity to use the word “catafalque” in 2022? Also on my imaginary list of trendy words of the year, I nominate the phrase “out of pocket.” Everyone is saying “out of pocket” right now, but everyone is using it to mean something different.

Is East Hampton Town unwittingly playing a part in the secretive practice of shielding foreign wealth that may have been obtained improperly?

So what’s it gonna be, college-wise, core curriculum lockdown or pick and choose your classes as you see fit?

A road trip to a pioneering surfer’s favorite East End haunts brings a family together.

The very day that Peter Spacek’s chigger cartoon appeared in our paper two weeks ago I got them.