Now that the dust has settled and the rides, booths, and blue ribbons have been put away for another year, I feel a need to comment on the fair.

This past Sunday, Lucy, my springer spaniel, began to bleed from her mouth.

My three Brooklyn granddaughters/run with excitement/into the sunny blue ruffles/of late-summer sea water.

Half the West has burned up for months and has suffered from years-long drought and all Mr. Obama can do is play golf on Martha’s Vineyard?

The West Tisbury Congregational Church extends many thanks for support of our sixth annual Peach Festival.

This has been a summer of my witnessing or finding the results of people behaving badly and breaking the law (both residents and seasonal visitors).