The Spirits of Greenport

The ‘citiots’ are coming. Having spotted a herd of fanny packs on the horizon, I sent a fistful of golden chocolate doubloons raining down on the throng of incoming tourists. Beside me, my classmate, Dory—named, ironically enough, after the fishing boat—bellowed “Ahoy, matey!” in a quasi-pirate accent. Adjusting the feathers on my skull-and-crossbones cap, I…

Stop This Train

Lately, my life has been a smorgasbord of Who-What-When-Where-Whys. What internship or travel opportunity will I pursue during my last Princeton summer? Which job and fellowship applications will I be submitting next fall? What town will I call “home” two years from now? When will I stumble upon the man with whom I’ll build my future? Oftentimes, I crave…

21 Signs You’re Anchored to the North Fork

We North Forkers grew up in towns of escape artists. And yet, one by one, we always return to harbor—lured in by the tide’s ever patient ebb and flow. In honor of Long Island’s best-kept secret, here are 21 signs you’re anchored to the North Fork: 1. Anything west of Riverhead is “up island.” And…

Bird’s Eye View of Life

“If you could have one superpower, what would it be?” This question immediately transports me to elementary classrooms past: to the collection of carefree, PB&J-filled days sandwiched in between birth and adulthood. Back in that age of unbridled fantasy, my superpower of choice normally wavered between Bippity Boppity Boo-ing myself to Disney World on command…

The Unspoken Language of Leaves & Love

I was raised in a household where “Do you want some tea?” was “I love you” in disguise. When my mom pulled the kettle from the stovetop and filled five mugs to the brim, she was pouring her love into something tangible and placing it in our hands. And on those inevitable cranky days when…

The Highways & Heartbeats to Home

Cocooned in my orange blanket-cape and clutching my quasi-IV of Emergen-C, all I want in this moment is my mom and dad. But there are highways and heartbeats between us—and maybe that’s the most frightening realization of all. I have reached a milestone in my life; no longer is “home” a concrete place in which…

Baited—Hook, Line & Sinker

The East End has me baited—hook, line, and sinker. Delivered by the tide and baptized by ocean spray, I am a North Forker through and through. From my freckled nose to my pruney swimmer’s toes, everything that makes me who I am is a product of where I come from. My love for this island…

Anchored to the North Fork

Where infants come out of the womb wearing floaties Baptized by ocean spray, Where a sun-worn Grady-White is more coveted Than a vintage Chevrolet Where the biggest debates revolve Around Sound versus Bay, Which Fork is superior and— Dare I say it— Whose wife makes the best fish fillet Where “I Spy” means binoculars scouring…