Through the years, our land on Chappaquiddick has yielded some surprises. My peach tree began as a volunteer in a friend’s garden, a sprout from her compost pile.
Margaret Knight
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
