04.01.09

From the road, the house looks ordinary enough. The small log cabin nestles into a woodsy hillside in a rural neighborhood in Edgartown. It belongs to Margot Datz, who has been making art on Martha’s Vineyard for thirty years. People still talk about her first show where she introduced us to her collection of lifelike soft-sculpture figures. Margot’s scallop shucker, who looks like a wizened snaggletoothed gnome, still presides over a table full of birds’ nests in her house.

By Margaret Knight

03.01.09

Oh, we loved those baby trees. Scraggly little things: bare-root tulip trees. One hundred and fifty of them. Let me repeat: One hundred and fifty of them. Only eighteen inches tall, they would eventually soar to eighty feet, with trunks too thick to close your arms around. And there were (did I mention this?) one hundred and fifty of them.

By Nicole Galland

12.01.08

Donnie Benefit and his friends Jim and Jane Klingensmith, who all live in Edgartown, have among them about two hundred years’ experience in the year-round economy of Martha’s Vineyard. And on the basis of that experience, this is their advice for the coming winter: Seal up your house. Turn down the heat. Make a lot of soup. A dire message perhaps, but one should bear in mind it’s what they would be doing anyway.

By Mike Seccombe

12.01.08

When we first tapped into the brain trust of the magazine to ask about the best things about winter, many of the responses were in reference to summer: It’s not as crowded, there’s less traffic and plenty of parking, we don’t need reservations at restaurants. But that’s not all there is to winter. Writer Tom Dresser, who’s done his share of Island tours, contributed the curmudgeon’s response to the typical tourist’s query about what Vineyarders do all winter: “In the summer, we fish and have sex.

12.01.08

As I pull into the Grange Hall parking lot in West Tisbury five minutes before nine, I see Ashley Hunter eyeing the cyclists assembled for the weekly Vineyard Off-Road Bicycling Association (VORBA) ride. It’s a cold, but not frigid, early winter morning, and the half-dozen riders are regulars, which simplifies Ashley’s task: gauging the abilities of the group and deciding on the skeleton of a route – though the ride’s path always changes once we’re underway.

By Jim Miller

12.01.08

When you enter Greenberg Physical and Hand Therapy Associates in the West Tisbury home of Larry Greenberg, his wife Debbie Shipkin, and their three children, the first health aid you experience won’t necessarily be from a clinician, a weight, or a machine. In a setting that combines the comfort of rural medicine with the modernity of a high-tech facility, you just might get the certified therapy dog – a golden retriever named Maisy roams the facility, sniffing around, producing merriment and laughter.

By Jim Kaplan

12.01.08

After winter walks in and constricts your style of living, simply existing inside of your own heartbeat can seem like the hardest task given to human beings. Winters on the Island can be heavy, a weight that summer life makes you forget – only for that surprisingly familiar chill to creep back in when fall comes.

By Ben Williams

12.01.08

A rush of cold January air blows into the dining room of a Vineyard Haven home, and the front door slams shut. Taylor Collins walks in, immediately peeling off layers of winter clothes as he sets his heavy, silver briefcase on the table. The people seated around the wooden table watch casually as Taylor flicks open the case and starts removing the contents: a set of pristinely kept cards and poker chips, the most impressive one being a large, round dealer chip.

By Heather Curtis

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