Nothing feels as good as an adventure. Except a return back home.
Shelley Christiansen
A few years back, on a wind-whipped January day, a longtime seasonal resident stopped by the magazine office in Edgartown. She had summered on the Island for most of her life but had never visited in the off-season. She didnʼt like what she saw.
Vanessa Czarnecki
A house in Menemsha is a beacon through the generations.
Joani LaMachia
My husband and I planted a garden this spring, just as we have every year. But life circumstances and the local wildlife got in the way. The voles attacked from below and ate the pea shoots and sunflowers. The tomato-stealing birds came from above. The deer jumped the fence and munched all the dahlias and beans. Soon after, a buck knocked the whole fence down.
Vanessa Czarnecki
We were going to call this edition “The Fishue” – a portmanteau of “fishing” and “issue,” and a winking acknowledgement of the water-focused stories you’ll find in these pages. The only problem was we couldn’t figure out how to spell it.
Vanessa Czarnecki
