Opinion

In praise of cards and board games, pastimes with staying power.

Thomas Piketty thinks we’re heading toward more equality should the wealth be spread around a bit more.

I had a realization, of sorts, swimming in the warm water off Puerto Rico last week.

Even when I was a punk-rock teenager of 15 and 16, I kept a carefully curated vanity table, my bottles of drugstore body lotion and mail-order pins and badges displayed like a still life, like a Joseph Cornell assemblage.

For a few weeks now, we have been thinking about what ails some of our beloved local institutions.

With few exceptions, eastern Long Island’s school boards do not accurately reflect the demographic makeup of their districts.

Notes on life in a small plane.

If we’re interested in reducing the strain on our interdependent world amid this devastating conflict, it’s worth considering a more mundane response: conservation of resources.

It is depressing to think that war, nuclear weaponry, and oceans clogged with plastic will be our legacy to coming generations.

I’m glad my daughter is finally getting into thrifting.

A researcher seeking the East Hampton Town Trustees’ blessing for a pollutants study in Accabonac Harbor said that there was little scientific basis for many of town, county, and state initiatives.

A cable TV search for something to watch. Something other than ads.

Poor confused Will Smith.

Details of a plot by allies of former President Donald J. Trump and Mr. Trump himself to overturn the results of the 2020 election are increasingly coming to light.

Sag Harbor Village is the big city for me. 

Of late, I have gotten interested in a psychological aspect of cleaning.

It was at Theater 80 that I received my education in Barbara Stanwyck and Greer Garson.

Why are easy-to-enforce local laws ignored every single day of the year?

Word from sunny Florida raises hopes for a revived piano circuit.

A Frankie Avalon show at the Suffolk Theater in Riverhead raises questions: What happened to romance? Where have the good times gone?

In late March, researchers published a study that detected microplastics in the blood samples of more than three-quarters of their anonymous, healthy volunteers.

I was delighted to tell Mary the other day what I’d learned, to wit, that the Gaelic word saoirse “means freedom . . . the freedom to be and to express yourself.”

The osprey’s success story.

Recollections of an ancestor's relief work in Mariupol, Ukraine, a century ago.

Live-streamed local government and school board meetings are here to stay.

When expressions of thanks are unfailingly met with more thanks . . .

The sight of the shuttered Southampton movie theater brings to mind “The Last Picture Show,” Peter Bogdanovich’s 1971 masterpiece, and further trips into a filmgoing past.

The East Hampton Town Trustees are making the right move in joining a group of fishermen suing to preserve their access to a 4,000-foot-long portion of ocean beach.

Asked by an interviewer recently if I could describe the two Covid years in one word, I replied, “Constraint.”

It was one of those little moments when something someone casually says can change your trajectory for good.