We planned to be on Martha’s Vineyard in March for my husband’s spring break from the university where he works.

Traditionally our July Fourth service at Union Chapel is reserved for the topic of the state of the American democracy. This year is different.

“We are taking it slow.” That was the mantra I had back in the fall when I started dating Lance Fullin.

I was 22. In September I would start a jam-packed nine-month masters program at Columbia University’s Graduate School of Journalism.

With manmade openings at the Edgartown Great Pond a long-established practice, I would like to raise a question about the more recent practice of dredging.