The last time Peconic Bay scallops were this plentiful was the winter of 2015, just before six weeks of hard weather put what should have been a five-month harvest on hold. Back then, the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation responded by extending the season for commercial scalloping in state waters by a month to make up for lost time, but this year, the season will end in March, right on schedule. READ
Last week the veil was lifted on a question at the center of both the East End’s culture and its economy: How many Peconic Bay scallops made it through algae blooms, whelk attacks and underwater landslides and landed on dinner tables this season?
Birds do it. Bees do it. If I’m lucky, my sons will do it.
In the meantime, I’m an unemployed wedding planner.
Since 1913, when Congress officially recognized the second Sunday in May as Mother’s Day, Americans have celebrated this most traditional of made-up holidays. READ
This election year has been strange and unsettling — and not just because some members of my family are considering self-deportation in the event of a Republican victory.
The first time I visited my husband’s parents, I noticed that his dad carried a small radio from room to room of their New Jersey garden apartment, tuned to a Yankees game, just the way I carried a radio with me everywhere I went tuned to National Public Radio.
There are birthday celebrations that are given to you, and then there are the ones you give yourself. READ
My husband and I rarely go to dinner parties. Most Saturday nights, I cook something, my husband does the dishes, we read a little and, if we’re feeling really frisky, we might stay up to watch the first 20 minutes of SNL. (more…)
Hudson, a 12-year-old dachshund, died last April. (Credit: Charity Robey)
Last April, our beloved dachshund, Hudson, died. He was 12, which is pretty old in dog years, as they say.
My husband suggested we wait a year before we started sniffing around for a new dog, “out of respect.” I thought this was a strange idea, but now that a year has passed, I can see some good has come of waiting. No good for Hudson alas, but waiting has helped me understand what that long, black dog meant to me. (more…)
Dr. Frank Adipietro during a nautical commute. (Credit: Charity Robey)
For most of us, getting to work involves owning a car and operating it on roads shared with other vehicles. And just hearing the words “morning commute” can induce stress — which is not so good for your health. (more…)