Opinion

You employ the words “cope,” “coping,” or “copium” when another person has expressed feelings and desires clearly but you think their actual argument is feeble.

It is worth taking a closer look at what the Retreat does to understand the depth of the harm a funding freeze would bring.

Before the fire — memories of an idyllic California childhood.

As stupid as renaming the Gulf of Mexico is, it reminds me of a similar effort of my own right here in East Hampton.

Try telling a group of iceboaters that the climate hasn’t changed. Once upon a time, in the 1970s and 1980s, there was ice enough to host racing regattas on Mecox Bay.

Goodbye to a one-of-a-kind family pet.

Nearby residents could rightly be concerned about the noise a public brewery near the intersection of Springs-Fireplace Road and Fort Pond Boulevard could create.

It’s been a long, lousy month since Danny Murray of the Fairway restaurant passed away.

The first hat I produced after weeks of work was a bit of a disaster, looking like something a “Game of Thrones” extra would have worn before getting his head chopped off

Oil was a winner this week and wind a loser in the Trump administration’s first round of executive orders.

Hard time as a captive to talk radio.

Sharpen your skates, East Hampton.

The pashmina, with its many petal colors like varieties of April flowers, was the late-20th-century version of the Tulip Mania of the Dutch golden age.

We hope that officials here are seizing the moment to come up with new ways to reduce catastrophic risks in a region underprepared for large-scale wildfires.

Finding resolve and relief in the music of Peggy Lee.

Along the eastward shore of Napeague Harbor a length of rusted pipe pokes out of a dune. This pipe has an interesting history.

A mild cold snap here conjures a real cold snap way up north.

While Gov. Kathy Hochul’s State of the State speech Tuesday offered some good news for natural resources, organizations involved in fighting climate change were disappointed.

I don’t quite know how it came to be that my parents’ culinary habits were on the advanced side for the 1970s and its sesame-seed buns and Fresca.

The wisdom of the caretakers at the Getty Museum in Los Angeles, who had proactively set about creating firebreaks and irrigating their property before the latest conflagrations began, offers a lesson for the South Fork.

Pigeons are among the least-valued birds. But the more you know about them, the more you value them.

Last week, this column described a railroad line that once connected Bridgehampton to Sag Harbor. Part of what I left out was an explanation of why the road that now is the most direct route between the two is to this day called a turnpike.

How can I give up on my 17-year-old workhorse of a car with 287,000 miles on it? It’s like a member of the family, gamely limping on to its final reward.

Donald Trump has said he might pardon the nearly 1,600 Jan. 6 defendants on day one of his new administration, which would be yet another bad day for the rule of law in the United States.

I wonder if any climate scientists today are tabulating an increase in the number of citizens slipping and falling in the snow and ice and cracking their skulls open now that we so seldom have snow and ice.

What could possibly go wrong when the world’s biggest media company eradicates the fact-checkers?

The beauty of Jimmy Carter was that he persisted. He was a man of true convictions.

No one in my house likes change, and I am the Empress of Retrograde.

The East Hampton Village Police Chief put it bluntly the other day when he remarked, “Big Brother is everywhere.”

The best thing about growing up in the same house in Queens with my grandparents was how Grandpa revealed himself to be a storyteller like no other.