Opinion

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.

Here on the East End, we watch the plants like meteorological instruments: Will they survive this week’s brutal weather?

No matter how benignly a day begins, being on the water carries inherent risks.

Clandestine efforts to spread milkweed.

We used to have a much closer relationship with flowers and other flora.

New York City Comptroller Brad Lander’s arrest on Tuesday for interfering with federal immigration officers may have been technically justified, but it is he — and people like him — who hold the higher moral ground.

The retail turnover here produced an unusual new boutique called Gathering Marketplace where the business operator and landlord came together to make something good happen.

A first step we can take toward greater digital privacy is to pay attention to which entities profit from taking it away from us.

Must sports fandom be subsumed by relentlessly hawked gambling?

The notion of “defeating cancer” is a lesion in our language and our national psyche that does damage to both the inflicted and their loved ones.

My role on that historic Saturday was to observe and document.

Scarleth Urgiles’s memory will truly live on.

The last five-speed Nissan manual transmission just rolled off an assembly line in Mexico. 

A “Way It Was” entry in this newspaper from 1950 about a 36-foot, 19th-century gondola being transported by railcar to the Mariners’ Museum in Newport News, Va., unleashes a flood of memories.

R.F.K. Jr., who just dismissed the entire C.D.C. committee responsible for making vaccination recommendations, is not just the leading vaccine skeptic, he is a conspiracy theorist who believes this committee is a secret cabal lining their pockets with gold. They are not.

A chat with a teen who wants to be a Main Beach lifeguard reminds me of my own brief and unremarkable lifeguarding career. 

The phrase “baggage train” kept popping into my head this weekend as we packed up the contents of my daughter’s dorm room in New Hampshire and stuffed it all into the crevices of the car.

A fishing industry lawsuit filed last week seeking to stop construction of Empire Wind 1, an 810-megawatt project in the ocean off Long Island, is just one part of a multipronged assault on clean energy.

Homeowners should not automatically get the right to a second floor merely because of FEMA’s minimum elevations.

Once more unto a storied eatery at a Catskills crossroads.

East Hampton is home to a renowned Georgian artist, Sergo Tbileli, who has brought his native country’s art and culture to the forefront here.

In the years since e-bike popularity spiked during the pandemic, emergency rooms have seen ever-increasing rates of serious injuries and deaths.

June is birthday month for the Rattrays. Chalk it up to the first chill nights of late summer and early fall putting people in the mood around here.