Opinion

Our climate reality has shifted from a sense that it could happen here to it actually is happening here already.

From the minor leagues to the M.L.B. draft: It’s a crapshoot.

In a study of emergency room visits from 2000 to 2017, researchers at New York University’s School of Medicine concluded that e-bike injuries were the most severe and most likely to require hospitalization.

It seems that everyone wants to write a children’s book, and while lots of people think they can, I beg to differ.

Believe it or not, there was a time not all that long ago when the surfing scene looked very different around here.

It’s hard to revel in schadenfreude anymore when one’s closest relatives live within the places, such as drought-ridden California, sizzlingly-hot Florida, and smoke-clogged Ohio, that we’re glad we don’t live in.

Coming soon to a farmers market near you: food-waste bins.

The supernatural Saharan skyfall of 1994 was on my mind last month when we were visited by the first heavy haze from the Canadian wildfires.

Speaking in the first person, ChatGPT declared it would be happy to help a Star letter writer. The result was cringe-worthy.

Every moment’s a poem.

Each year, a new source of vehicular irritation gets my attention — this year it’s the black Audi.

Thoughts on the Fourth after missing out on the Fourth.

The list of problems is long, but the potential for improving the area around Springs-Fireplace and Three Mile Harbor Roads in East Hampton is great.

Everything that my granddaughter does is new, vibrant, and alive. Everything my mother-in-law does is old, frail, and confused. And I’m caught in the middle.

Words of unity at a graduation ceremony on Pierson Hill.

It is difficult to know yet whether disaster was averted or just delayed by a United States Supreme Court decision released this week in an important voting case.

Giving it all at a Little League game.

The East Hampton Village Board has a golden opportunity ahead to clear up confusion regarding the use of Herrick Park.

Moving on after the death of my father involved moving, literally towing, his riding lawn mover and all it signified.

Lessons learned in early employment.

On John Romita, the smooth illustrator who remade Spider-Man and the entire look of Marvel Comics.

Political ties run deep in Suffolk County, and there has been speculation that an old-boy network is behind the extraordinary fines a State Supreme Court justice has imposed on the town.

I was called an “idiot” the other day by a doubles opponent, and I couldn’t entirely disagree.

For the first time, lifeguards at East Hampton Main Beach will have the ability to fly a drone to help pinpoint swimmers in distress.

That the reduction in nuclear capacity after the Three Mile Island disaster would keep the coal industry alive and exacerbate climate change should have been obvious.

It had been missing for nearly a year, so when I found my wallet at the bottom of a bag of life jackets earlier this week I felt like a dope.

When a certain body type is irresistible to parasites.

In praise of Southampton Town’s pay-per-bag system of handling trash.

I am unworthy . . .

In a village election season with a deficit of drama, the contest for Sag Harbor justice has become a headliner, and we think Carl Irace is now seasoned enough for the job.