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Memories and aftereffects of a thousand foul tips delivered flush into my catcher's mask.

I coined the term “nostalgia friendships” after someone I’ve known for a quarter-century remarked, “I hope you don’t feel you’re meeting me out of nostalgia.” But I was.

The March for Science on April 22 in Washington, D.C., will emphasize that scientific findings should not be ignored by policy makers or made partisan.

It was in 1972 that Dr. Al Mott came up with the idea for a pageant that would honor the accomplishments, dignity, and inner beauty of women over 60.

A worthy organization flying under the radar and started by an East Hamptoner now needs help.

What if the collaborative brain power that went into the smartphone were applied to society's most intractable problems?

Without the heart to end the lives of the mice that invade our home every winter, I continue to stand on stools with a broomstick and shriek.

If the trend is for readers to get their news from the internet and mostly from unvetted sites, should those sites edit more? Or does the public need to be educated.

Progressive East End Reformers, or PEER, has seen attendance at its meetings soar since the November election. Now, with respect, some questions.

Could a literature of unheard voices become its own kind of canon? What would happen if those voices were to be truly heard? The Herstory Writers Workshop provided an answer.

Barbra Streisand’s 74 now. Blond. Botoxed. And bigger, in more ways than one, than ever.

Does negativity produce a certain charisma that’s lacking in exchanges between those who have each other’s best interests at heart?

Today I recall three great loves of my life. Yet I’m more interested in finding joy and happiness in the moment.

For most of us on my block in San Francisco's Richmond district 80 years ago, middle class was fine and pursuit of riches a waste of family quality time.

A summertime stop at the Sagaponack General Store triggers a flood of nostalgia.

Recent polls show increasing support for climate action among Republican voters, and several G.O.P. senators have spoken out in favor of it.

It was only after my second cup of coffee that a thought drifted into my consciousness: "It's January and I need to find a bathing suit."

In subways, restaurants, and other public places, I see more and more caregivers totally absorbed in mobile devices while they are with young children.

He was big: 6 feet 4 inches, 260 pounds, and all muscle. His name was Abe Simon, and he was a friend of my father and my uncle Harold. He became a heavyweight boxing contender.

Christmas Day this year will be the 100th anniversary of a huge memorial service on Capitol Hill for Inez Milholland Boissevain, whose death played a crucial role in the passage of the 19th Amendment giving women the right to vote.

Two months ago my life changed from black-and-white photograph to color movie for four hours. The special screening took place during the 40th reunion of the East Hampton High School class of 1976.

We live in a world awash in facts, figures, and screens, and it challenges our tolerance for not knowing, for living with questions rather than so many answers.

Hate hurts most when you’re not ready for it, when your thoughts after a brutal political season are of the comfort of home. That’s how hate sliced through me recently on the Long Island Rail Road — suddenly.

I was certain that a second home would actually be horrible for me: more bills and aggravation. Why not just travel the world and stay in luxury hotels?

I have a suggestion for the students, faculty, and alumni at Yale, where the naming of a residential college in 1931 to honor John C. Calhoun, an 1804 graduate from South Carolina, is being reconsidered — Clay College, to honor Cassius Marcellus Clay.

Seeing my three daughters so happy is what motivates me to keep struggling in this country that isn’t my native country.

Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump have been high-profile presences in the Hamptons over the past few decades, but who would've guessed that they would end up competing for the highest position in the nation?

On the night of Oct. 25, 1986, we left Huntington for Shea Stadium for what Mets fans refer to only as Game 6, no further explanation needed.

If I were a local business owner summoned to court for violating our state or local disabilities laws, I might simply ask the judge, “Why should I comply when your court doesn’t?”

It’s been three years since I sold my house in Amagansett, but in 2015 my head was totally turned around by another summer resort town: Provincetown.