Quilting Ties Between Haiti and the Vineyard
The long arms of Martha’s Vineyard seem to reach across the globe.
How it Works: Scalloping
I once asked a friend who has lived on the Vineyard since the seventies what he thought the biggest difference was between now and then. He paused a bit and finally said, “Well, back in those days, we all scalloped.”
How Jules Feiffer Accidentally Became a Comic Icon
A Q&A and an excerpt from his soon-to-be-released memoir shed light on the man, his career, and how the Vineyard has affected him.
Adaptation: A Film Festival’s Story
The gloom of late winter is set aside as people head to Chilmark and come together over couches, curry, and a weekend of movies at the Martha’s Vineyard Film Festival. In its tenth year, the fest has expanded to include a summer series and winter screenings.
The Call to Frozen Ponds
The Island’s ponds provide the setting for the ultimate dead-of-winter outdoor activities.
Confessions of a Book-Group Addict
It wasn’t until I was sitting at the first meeting of the third women’s book group I belong to that I felt a pang of embarrassment.
Inheriting the Family Table
As I picked at an ancient crumb stuck down the crack between planks of the table we had recently acquired, I realized why I had been so unsure about bringing home this family heirloom.
Horsing Around in Katama
With a little help from her friends, Melissa Vasiliadis recently realized her childhood dream of owning a horse barn.
Healing Body, Mind, and Spirit
Martha’s Vineyard is a vortex for a wide variety of holistic treatments and services by professionals who range from scientists to psychics.
Kay Tweed
A longtime Vineyarder known for publishing books and for her photography reminisces about her life around the world and on the Island.
Katharine Winthrop Tweed has been a Vineyarder since 1956, living cheerfully with her dogs, many Toby jugs, and a collection of owls in one of two homes on her property overlooking Lake…
The Workshop Gallery
I Never Forget a Face
The woman standing behind me in the checkout line at Cronig’s Market looked so familiar. I knew her from somewhere, but which somewhere? An office in Edgartown? Conroy’s pharmacy? An Aquinnah party?
