Now the commander of the club, my father, had full say over the rules and regulations of the ‘clean-plate club’-you had to eat everything on your plate no matter what-head cheese, tripe, borscht-the only one that had any power over the commander was my mother.
Read MoreFor the past year and a half our smiles were often hidden behind our masks. We had to learn how to smile with our eyes-and nod a little I guess, to let people know that we saw them, acknowledged them, that we were friend not foe.
Read MoreWe know a great deal about the history of Sag Harbor from reading the words that people left behind-letters, diaries, archived newspaper articles.
Read MoreThis morning I was walking on the beach where my Uncle Jimmy once rented his fishing boats. I still feel our childhood footprints there and conjure up a vision of Old Sag Harbor.
Read MoreGrowing up in Sag Harbor we all seemed about equal and ‘more’ or ‘less’ wasn’t something we even thought about.
Read MoreThose were simpler times-I’m not sure there was a Michelin star rating that could have captured the simplistic beauty of the Whalers Motel, right on Long Island Avenue in Sag Harbor. For many years the sign read, “Whalers Motel-TV-Heated.”
Read MoreBut there is much to be learned by loss-it pulls at us and brings us to new places. It highlights the opportunities for joy and steers us always from the perpetual ruts-the heartache impetus.
Read MoreMy dog Sneakers is preparing for his trip over the damn rainbow bridge. I added the word damn because it just feels a lot more fitting. I’m not feeling the rainbows-none of us are.
Read More
