Alice in Quogue

Quogue.  The last utterance of a dying duck?  The lament of an unamused bull frog? A putrid, incurable disease?  None of the above.  Rather, Quogue is a village in a Hamptons sandwich – the Tofurkey between West Hampton and Hampton Bays. Whether or not is a “Hampton” is worth pondering. It was far too glorious …

Summer Love

Summer’s over, and apparently so are the legendary Memorial Day to Labor Day relationships.  This annual tale would best be told from the Masterpiece Theater arm chair; dear viewer, they burn more brightly.  At least on the prescribed timeline they start and end with fireworks.  I learned on a crisp September morning that those who …

Into the Woods

My hometown of Moriches is the size of a postage stamp.  It happens to be made even more invisible by the fact that it sits in the shadow of the almighty Hamptons, but I see the idealism of this little town with clearer eyes these days.  During my teenage years, I lamented that it was …