Valerie Sonnenthal
On New Year’s Day I drove from Chilmark to Edgartown, from Peaked Hill to Main street, listening to Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch alone in my car.
Last month The Moth landed on Martha’s Vineyard offering a night of stories in Union Chapel. And as Sam Low’s letter to the editor and Paul Karasik’s cartoon have shown, if you missed the Island’s own Cynthia Riggs, you missed a story of inspiration and love for any age. I moved to Martha’s Vineyard seven years ago and Cynthia was one of the first people I had a chance to meet.