Opinion

Used to be that there had to be a persistent northeast blow for the water to pile up. Not anymore.

“Our dying world” is what one podcast host says whenever he has to refer to the planet Earth or where we spend our waking hours.

In casually banning public expression that they did not like, officials in Bay City, Mich., put themselves up against the heaviest of hitters on the issue.

A conservative school up the Island goes all-in on classical education. Attention must be paid.

The Broadway and pop composer Cy Coleman died nearly 20 years ago. In time for the Grammys, a remembrance of the always fun times with him, from Elaine’s to the Hamptons.

In praise of those members of the East End G.O.P. who, instead of hosting screenings of wild-eyed-fantasy films produced by the far right, are standing up to defend the actual, longstanding principles of real Republicans.

Remembering the greatest play in National Football League history.

Reflections on the deaths of four young people on their way home from worship in 1716.

This week, I went back to Facebook to be reminded of the humorous things my children said when they were little.

Across Long Island Sound in the Nutmeg State, a legislator has been trying to get ranked-choice voting to stick since 2017.

Notes from a golden age for the New York City bibliophile.

You have to feel a little sorry for Nick LaLota, a first-term member of Congress who would like to return to Washington and can’t risk upsetting the party’s meal ticket.

Governor Hochul’s new Resilient and Ready program recycles old ideas — resiliency implies bounceback, and this sends the wrong message when all attention must instead be focused on retreat.

As one Trump acolyte in Iowa said, “It’s good not to be liked — being strong is better.”

Lately we’ve been reminded of how much we enjoy cheering on the home team.

After a few days when the ponds were frozen enough to skate on, we might as well start looking forward to the boating season.

Our family has an overdeveloped muscle for nostalgia, and the kitchen is the epicenter where we exercise it.

East Hampton Village has its own version of the classic Weeble Wobble toy — the Hedges Inn, which took another body blow from a speeding car in the small hours of Monday morning. Something needs to be done.

All the work and expense that the United States Army Corps of Engineers will pour into the project to save the downtown Montauk oceanfront is nothing more than buying time.

The pain of planned obsolescence.

For your consideration: The oddest couple in movie history.

I wrote my own obituary not long ago, and when I showed it to a co-worker, she broke out in uncontrollable laughter.

Grade schoolers here woke up unhappy on Tuesday. There had been a bit of snow, but not enough for a delayed start, let alone a day off.

The funniest scene in the funniest television program was the moment in the old “Andy Griffith Show” when Gomer Pyle makes a citizen’s arrest of Barney Fife on the Main Street of Mayberry. And does the idea ever have staying power.

Some years ago we realized that the best way to shake off the dreary midwinter doldrums is to force yourself to do something you haven’t done before.

It would be good for us all if the TV and online weather offerings gave equal time to news, like the fact that 2023 was the hottest year worldwide in more than 150 years.

As if all its billions weren’t enough, the N.F.L. gets into bed with DraftKings.

If you’ve ever shopped at Erewhon, you’re most likely aware that the luxury grocery store is the trendiest place in Los Angeles to see and be seen. The hype is real, the shopping experience far from ordinary.

The New Year’s Day plunges here were communal convocations as reassuring as any you’d find at a church or at any other gathering.

I am continually struck by how few attempts there have been at real-world data collection regarding the beaches here.