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The older I get, the clearer it becomes that hanging on to relics of the past can be a burden.

Isn’t it nice that in this country we can think that life here for many, young or old, offers possibility.

People talk about mindfulness a lot these days.

In pursuit of wintertime self-improvement, through enhanced coffee intake and otherwise.

Asked in a recent Science Times happiness questionnaire when was the last time I’d initiated a social plan with someone, I laughed.

Searching through old East Hampton Stars this week, I discovered that our first mention of Hither Woods came in 1892.

Some people are rattled by a change in hours at the town dump. (Or one person is, anyway.)

Although I’m much more obsessive about keeping flowers around the house than the average American mom, I’m not so rhapsodic about it, and I’ve become less judgmental about what constitutes a decent flower.

A 2023 Bridgehampton High basketball game conjures memories of the winning teams of the 1980s.

I was a wide-eyed greenhorn assigned to a night squad of world-weary veterans when I first joined the East Hampton Village Ambulance Association about five years ago.

Let’s hear it for knowledge, knowledge that can be applied to ameliorate the world’s ills.

Sometimes the do-it-yourself bug strikes because of a great interest in a particular craft; other times, it’s just the money. I am susceptible to both urges, as in a newfound passion for making crackers.