I wanted someone who baked cookies. My mother painted pictures.
I wanted someone who baked cookies. My mother painted pictures.
Under the heading of “Anything worth doing at all will take at least a tiny modicum of effort” I categorize most of life’s pleasures.
We snapped to attention when a certain shingled relic appeared on the real estate market recently, priced at $3.5 million.
When I wake from dreams, I feel quite peaceful, like the way I felt after my last colonoscopy.
I am happily a morning person, but birds tend to get annoying as the day goes on.
How do you get from Covid to the tax cap? Consider what will be lost if sharp cuts have to be made to the school budgets in East Hampton.
What the community gets for the money it spends on libraries is impressive indeed.
Panic attacks tend to come unannounced, while panic disorder constitutes a recurrence of these attacks, along with the constant fear of having more of them. Here is how I dealt with it all.
Interested in seeing the 10,000-foot view of how far inland the eroding shoreline has reached? Take a look in Google Maps at the end of Bay View Avenue near Lazy Point, Amagansett.
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