Paris has the Louvre, London the British Museum. Washington has the Smithsonian, and now the Smithsonian has the Vineyard.
By Jessica B. Harris
The Map Thief; You Are Not Special and Other Encouragements;
By Al Styron
The artist and musician Sally Taylor was traveling with her family and the voice in her head was getting clearer.
By Heidi Sistare
I knew it was only a matter of time before my mother sent her first text message.
By Julia Rappaport
It was all very genteel, downright “Corinthian” as sailors would say, referring to the British tradition of “gentlemen sailors” who race around buoys for the pure honor of being able to say they won.
By Sean McNeill
Ask almost anyone about their childhood days at summer camp and they will regale you with tales of adventure, summer friendships, and cheesy camp songs they love to this day. At Sengekontacket Pond in Edgartown it’s no different.
By Olivia Hull
So when you get the call, well, will you have the guts to go?
By Wes Craven
Despite the sublime craziness of August on the Vineyard – craziness that is best left uncataloged lest the list of diversions itself cause early-onset late-August ennui – it is the moments of stillness that endure.
By Paul Schneider
Irving Chapman, a founding member of the Egartown Reading Room, with hisdaughter Lucille “Tootie” Chapman at Edgartown Bathing Beach on Chappaquiddick.
The Fireworks, Illumination — How in heaven or tarnation Does one find the time to spare And still spend four days at the Fair?
By D.A.W.
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