One foggy July day at Lucy Vincent Beach, my four baby-sitting charges and I built a sand castle. It was my first summer on the Island.
Luanne Rice
I feel as if I’m in graduate school and Martha’s Vineyard is my field of study.
Nicki Miller
Caleb Cheeshahteaumuck, an Aquinnah Wampanoag, graduated from Harvard College in 1665, the first Native American to earn an undergraduate degree there. This excerpt from Caleb’s Crossing, a new historical novel by Pulitzer Prize–winning author Geraldine Brooks, imagines Caleb’s first encounter with the book’s fictional young narrator, Bethia Mayfield, the daughter of an early Island minister.
Painting is a simple way to spruce up a house. And when times are tough, color offers an economical way to brighten your outlook too.
Nicki Miller
“New England hospitality” is not exactly a phrase that rolls off the tongue like, say, “Southern hospitality.”
Perry Garfinkel
I am one of the crying mothers. On the first day of school, I let loose. But my sentimentality is becoming increasingly problematic, as my daughter, Maddy, is now a sixth grader. I find myself crying alone.
I recall last year we woke up extra early, even though her clothes had been laid out for days. I made pancakes, and we gave ourselves an additional five minutes of driving time.
Kate Feiffer
