I am a person of words, speaking them, writing them, reading them, I love them anyway I can get them. Especially writing. There is nothing in the world like looking down at a piece of paper and knowing that those words were meant to be there, exactly how you wanted them to be. There have been few times in my life I have found myself without words, they have been my constant friend over the years, getting me into as much trouble as they’ve gotten me out of — and yet every time I sit down to write about Martha’s Vineyard they simply disappear.

Unlike a lot of seals, who have managed to gain steady employment in circuses and aquariums, I have never tried to balance a beach ball on my nose. Considering the prominence of my proboscis, nobody could tell the difference.

But I once was a seal trainer for a day at Atlantis Marine World in Riverhead, N.Y. I even have a framed certificate and a photo of me being kissed by a 465-pound sea lion named Herbie.

Well Done

Two weeks ago, the Martha’s Vineyard Regional High School hosted its second annual wellness day. Thirty-seven workshops were offered by faculty and community volunteers. The workshops covered a wide range of offerings including fitness, yoga, cooking, counseling and suicide prevention, to name just a few.

Full Meal

Of all the harbingers of spring there is one that evokes not a smile but a sense of sadness: The end of the community suppers.

Each community supper, held on different weekday nights during the winter months at houses of worship around the Island, has a different feel. They range from soup suppers to large meals. There is even a periodic klezmer jam. But they do have one thing in common: All are welcome.

PRESCRIPTION HELP

Editors, Vineyard Gazette:

In response to your story about the prescription drug problem on Island (March 25).