Opinion

Here on the South Fork, now is the time that the landscape-industrial complex is in full swing.

Fox and Murdoch got off easy.

One summer night, my brother wrecked my car.

Seventeen Edwards Lane had slowly been descending into the gloom for a year or more.

The idea of a construction moratorium has resurfaced amid a boom in supersize home construction.

Newspaper vending machines. I miss them.

Adventures with an American cheesecake in Normandy.

In the urologist’s office.

Last Thursday’s record high 84 degrees got me reminiscing to a friend about a very, very low-budget feature film I worked on as location manager in the late 1980s.

For 300 years, residents have complained about Town Pond’s turbid appearance.

There is a curious pairing of the mounting troubles at the Y.M.C.A. East Hampton RECenter pool and the news that a private operator from Manhattan appears likely to manage a new aquatic center at the Montauk Playhouse that will be constructed largely with public money.

We were stunned last week to learn that Suffolk led by a huge margin among all of the counties in New York in pesticide and herbicide use.

Notes from the barber’s chair.

A storm of aggressive and sometimes egregious development is upon us, and the East Hampton Town Building Department is unsupported. This is a disastrous combination.

No wonder April’s called the cruelest month.

Governor Hochul has a chance to pass a critically important lifeline to local journalism as negotiations on New York State’s 2024 budget come down to the wire.

In the basement one evening this week, I began thinking about tools, pacing one’s self, and focusing on the path, instead of the outcome.

Is it possible the pendulum has swung too hard toward time-saving devices, the no-brain zone, and ultraconvenience?

Keeping tabs on the on-again-off-again check engine light.

So what’s it really like to take a job as an Amazon driver?

Carl Johnson hopes Bridgehampton can remain a year-round community.

East Hampton Town officials say they are getting tough on so-called temporary measures to save properties from erosion. We’ll believe it when we see it.

Tick season is upon us again, and so are conversations about the East End’s public enemy number one.

The other day, when looking into family history for a column, I read a New Yorker magazine profile of a charming rustic character by the name of Everett Joshua Edwards: my great-grandfather.

It is increasingly accepted that alternative ways of getting around, ones that do not require fossil fuels, can help reduce planet-warming gases, but there is another direct benefit: money.

It’s the simplicity, stupid.

Rediscovering basketball on my street in Springs, I began to lose myself in the joy of just being in my body and rekindling my relationship with my younger self and a ball.

In Springs, the school board may very likely seek voter approval for increasing taxes above a state-mandated safety valve for the first time.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez said that in Latin America, the completely fantastical was reality.

A heartbreaking story in The New York Times this week described in detail some state legislatures’ disastrous ideological rejection of federal Medicaid payments.