Our family’s recent puppy acquisition was the result of an intervention.

They look like my kids, / But they’re not. / Adidas riding / Casting off the dock.

Here’s the crux of it, the poetry. Here is the secret revealed: we are no more victims of old age than we were victims of childhood, adolescence or middle age.

I have been trying to think of the right way to begin such a letter, but I think the only way is to say it directly and clearly: We are living through a historic emergency.

This past June, the Ritz Café hosted a wonderful reunion party. However, for a select few in the crowd, the Ritz was never just a bar or a lounge. It was the “Office.”

This summer’s heightened public interest in ticks, and the associated illnesses, was reflected by a recent article in the Vineyard Gazette.