Opinion
The specter of Covid-19 hovers over Martha’s Vineyard like a swarm of gulls at a Menemsha clambake.
Birthday parties have always been important in our family.
Even my dreams have gone down the drain.
For weeks now life has seemed strange, surreal, not grounded. This must be what suspended animation feels like.
Dear God, please let today be a good day, that is, a day in which I do not do anything too stupid.
What should summer on Martha’s Vineyard look like?