David McCullough discusses his new book with Matthew Stackpole.
Sunlight flies through outer space,Unstopped except when forced to faceThe Coppertone with which we’ve spreadOurselves like so much buttered bread.
By D.A.W.
The best thing about July, it sometimes seems to me, is that it is not yet August and all of those weeks of summer are stretched out ahead like a lazy line of turtles on a log. Usually, a negative compliment like “not yet August” would be some kind of slight, either to July or August. But it is not.
By Paul Schneider
Forget old Best of the Vineyard standbys. It's time to crown some new winners.
By Charlie Nadler
One thing is clear when you meet 42-year-old Dean Bragonier at State Beach beside Big Bridge: he’s up for a challenge.
By Alison L. Mead
I walked into the Portuguese-American Club in Oak Bluffs on a mild Monday evening with my mom in tow and was greeted by a blast of music and a mix of excited twenty-somethings. We were all there for one reason, and one reason only – to learn how to paint. Well, maybe two reasons: we could enjoy some refreshing alcoholic beverages as we channeled our hidden Caravaggio or, in mom’s case, awakened her previously undiscovered inner Dalí.
By Nicole Grace Mercier
It’s not uncommon these days to hear of rare or threatened plants on the Vineyard – think of the broad tinker’s weed (aka wild coffee) that recently worried the Gay Head Light movers, or the orchids that occasionally halt would-be homebuilders. But one of the most important and endangered local plants grows not so much on the Island as beside it.
By Sara Brown
I have an educated thumb. Do you? You have one, too? Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell! They’d think we were obsolete – you know!
By Kib Bramhall
It was a time when tube socks were pulled up to the knees, when everyone wore the same sneakers, and there were only one or two wooden racket brands to choose from.
By Bill Eville
Last fall a Vineyard owl who’d taken me under his wing suggested I join the migration just underway. “Learn what birds are up against these days. Might be an eye-opener.”
By Wes Craven
An ecological crisis may not be what comes to mind when driving along Beach Road from Vineyard Haven to Oak Bluffs, with the harbor on your left and Lagoon Pond on your right and the seagulls wheeling overhead. In the summer, the Lagoon is a place of kayaks, canoes, stand-up paddleboards, and sailing lessons. In the fall, scallopers dot the surface with their dip nets and baskets and wooden peep sights, losing (or finding) themselves in the sparkling expanse.
By Alex Elvin
Wendy Weldon has been an artist for more than forty years, but she carries herself as though she’s finally arrived in a place of strength and stability with her work.
By Remy Tumin
