Martha's Vineyard is famous for eerie coincidences, some touching luminaries who live here.

In the 1980s I worked at several Boston area hospitals.

In 1950, six million homes in America had television sets. That included our family, living in a smoky steel town on the Ohio River.

Sunday afternoons in the summer were for jazz. That’s what the boss wanted, and that’s what she served up.

The white-footed mouse is a pure and innocent beast, Till an infectious deer tick nymph clamps its jaws on for a feast.

Mr. Norris’s play Visitors, now appearing at the Martha’s Vineyard Playhouse, explores the frailties and blessedness of four characters struggling with changes.