Opinion
I received an email recently that began: “I found the fierce bison underpants.”
Wonders of pollination / Bees buzzing to songs / Hummingbirds sing / In harmony / To the percussion / Of butterfly wings
Recent local events give me hope at a time when climate change news is becoming more and more dire.
There were thoughts we would make it through, but didn’t: the crushing deaths at Elmhurst, each night watching Lives Well Lived on screens— it suffused the town with a communal mourning.
In 1983, my parents bought a new house on Crocker avenue in Tisbury and we moved from East Chop over to West Chop.