Hermine Hull

After ominous weather reports and a day spent in preparation, Saturday’s nor’easter turned out to be not much of a storm. There was wind...

Ruth Kirchmeier and I drove to the Vineyard Playhouse on Saturday evening to the opening of Marie-Louise Rouff’s exhibition there. The trip allowed us...

It always surprises me to find the odd myrtle flower or a few blossoms on our rhododendrons every fall. An unexpected gift. A reason...

“We could have held a town meeting at the transfer station,” my husband said when he got home from taking our recycling in this...

After complaining for most of the summer about the lack of rain, it seems appropriate to begin this week’s column by stating my gratitude...

A group of local and Island residents and dignitaries gathered Thursday afternoon to mark the completion of nine affordable apartments in West Tisbury, a...

Nelson is sleeping peacefully on my chest. I had planned to attend a couple of events over the weekend that would have given me...

I have spent much of the past few days watching Hurricane Florence approach the Carolinas and Georgia, then seeing the devastation from wind and...

“What are the things that separate us? And what is the cost? What can I do?”Rob Hauck asked himself those questions after seeing news...

Looking at the paintings in Billy Hoff’s new show at A Gallery, or in his studio, one enters a world apart. Yes, they are...

Mike has gone off-Island with his brother to visit their mother, so I have the house all to myself. The Sunday New York Times,...

Walking out to my studio yesterday, I noticed dry, yellowed leaves along my way, already littering the ground. When I looked up at the...

The cooler weather has been a blessing, especially at night. Nice to have windows open and to sleep with a blanket pulled up. Now...

There is an apocryphal story about Fairfield Porter and Wolf Kahn out painting together, a long view from the shore of Porter’s Great Spruce...

The fair is over. It’s been overcast the past couple of days, with drips and drabs of not-really-rain. Nelson, our cat, was wet when...

For women “of a certain age,” Ms. magazine presented our voices and those of like-minded women, of our hopes and dreams for a more...

“Mike, do you smell a skunk?”It was dark, about 4 am, when I rolled over in bed and asked this question of my beloved....

It is a pleasure and an education to see Marie-Louise Rouff’s latest exhibition of paintings, newly hung in the West Tisbury library’s program room....

I’m starting off my column with a mention of rain again. Two wonderful inches this past Saturday.Not enough to keep crowds away from...

It finally rained, a pelting, drenching, pounding, rushing, puddle-making rain. What a relief not to have to drag hoses around for a couple of...