Opinion

It’s funny, but when you’re looking for something, something else, something that you had given up looking for years ago, turns up.

Black History Month has been busy here in recent years, since The Star and the East Hampton Library began looking into the history of slavery in earnest in the summer of 2017.

This sounds cheap, but I’d like to protest the disappearance of soup and sandwiches at the mobile New York Blood Center drives.

New York’s First Congressional District changed shape a week ago in one of the more egregious examples of this year’s wave of political gerrymandering.

I don’t mean to idealize our boy dog, but here is love . . .

Facebook is more interesting in Nova Scotia.

What could be the largest ever land development project in East Hampton Town is under consideration for a site off Montauk Highway in Wainscott.

On the roads the layer of snowpack and slush was an improvement, quieting the traffic, for once slowing the heedless drivers, adding adventure to the school drop-off routine. 

East Hampton Town should never have gotten itself into the public storm it now faces over a plan to install artificial turf playing fields on a site off Stephen Hand’s Path.

Do you know how many rejections we have received of this potential classic of world literature? It could be something like Fyodor Tolstoy’s “Crime and Peace” or Joseph Conrad’s “Fart of Harkness.”

My career on the stage was short and inglorious.

The new curve-topped trash bins adorning the East Hampton Village business district are frankly ugly.