Guestwords

The Expanded In-Home Services for the Elderly Program now limits my homemaker aide’s trips to shop for my food to supermarkets only. And for no good reason.

At the Brett Kavanaugh hearings there was more at stake for many victims of sexual assault than whether or not a seat on the Supreme Court would be filled.

Why the hell isn't Mick Jagger ever thought of as a great lyricist? Another singer-songwriter makes the case.

So much good can be found online in a flash, yet there is a fundamental virtue being damaged. Patience.

A 1946 photograph triggers a flood of happy memories of summer days at a former East Hampton Village mayor’s camp on Three Mile Harbor.

When women began to vent in print and in public about their not seeing themselves in Roth’s women, I wondered why they thought they should. Then I was asked to respond to the attack.

One night after a day walking the Napeague dunes, I stumbled across a rerun of the first episode of “The Affair,” which opens, lo and behold, at Napeague’s landmark Lobster Roll, where I ate my first lobster roll and met my first lover.

Having never hosted raccoons, I do what any logical man would do — slowly back out of the kitchen, locate my smartphone, and ask Google: “How do I get rid of raccoons?”

Late summer is gazpacho season at our house, which gets me thinking about one hot summer night in 1970 at the Bridgehampton home of Hal and Flo Williams, pioneers of organic gardening on the East End in the 1960s.

After decades of being invisible, all of a sudden I was seen again. The sense of emitting an electromagnetic force beyond my control recalled my first experience with the male gaze.

About half of the nation’s distressingly high number of suicides each year are accomplished with all too easily available firearms.

What is it about a banjo that invites such popular enthusiasm, musical intimacy, and political engagement? Béla Fleck has some answers.

One of the great but unknown authors of recent times will be celebrated at Guild Hall by actors including Bruce Willis.

In their grandest form, paid obituaries in The New York Times can occupy entire columns of pricey newspaper real estate, as loving family members or well-compensated publicity agents recount every instance back to that fifth-grade service award.

Prominent Montaukers of long tenure recall Richard Nixon’s fondness for the place, as “Frost/Nixon” successfully conjures the ex-president onstage at Bay Street Theater.

In 1987 I became the keeper of the Montauk Light Station when the Coast Guard left, and for 31 years I’ve ridden out every squall, hurricane, blizzard, and even Superstorm Sandy alone at the light.

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A local group has come together for a Walk for Interdependence, to keep families together, at the windmill in Sag Harbor on the Fourth of July at 11 a.m.

The Shinnecocks take no glee in the public disasters that have befallen Shinnecock Hills since the tribe was excommunicated, the indigenous people removed as caretakers of their own land. But you could call it karma.

If the essence of the church meant being a field hospital, reaching the margins, loving the poor in spirit — as Pope Francis had told his flock — then there was the promise of compassion, understanding, and justice.

In the current political environment, I am frightened enough to feel that I have to be more involved. But how? Deciding isn’t easy, and neither is choosing among Representative Lee Zeldin's primary challengers.

If you had confronted me, I would have told you I wasn’t a battered wife. I was a strong, smart woman in love with a troubled man.

I was aware that Airbnb and HomeAway had obstacles, and I had heard the horror stories, renters partying and charging admission, or subdividing rooms with Sheetrock then subletting to other tenants.

Thank you, Mr. President, for strengthening the bonds of my nuclear family. “We’ll get through this, boys,” I told my discombobulated sons, “the family that panics together takes Xanax together.”

With college acceptance letters there comes a dilemma: not only which to choose, but whether you should search your soul for what you love or just flip a coin.

Charlie Miner would learn of the toll of anti-aircraft fire only after a bombing run. “We all paid our respects. But after that, we didn’t talk a whole lot about the ones who were gone. It was just the risk you took.”

Disabilities access improves self-reliance, reduces tax expenditures, and is good for business.

Forget hard structures and dumping offshore sand on the Montauk beach, it's time for coastal retreat.

(Op-Ed by Perry Gershon) Representative Zeldin calls Trump “the ultimate dealmaker,” but both seem indifferent to the damage even a successful deal with the Chinese would do to American consumers.

Both young and old experience a heightened push-pull between the desire to stand on our own and our need to rely on others.