“a host of golden daffodils”

We are but prawns in a game ruled by big fish.

The summer of 1948 was different

Things on the beach have seemed different in the past couple of summers

A camping adventure

They all allege to know everyone and everything that is happening

I surprised Lisa for her birthday this year with a membership in one of the South Fork’s growing number of community-supported agriculture farms

The struggle against entropy continues

I threw myself on the ticket agent’s mercy, pointing to my family as if they were refugees whose return to East Hampton would be catastrophic

It is said that grandparents have all the fun when it comes to child-care, but none of the responsibility, and I say, “Hurray.”