I was surprised to see you publish a photograph of a young man with a surfboard jumping off the north jetty of Boynton Inlet Pier — “taking advantage of the waves created by Hurricane Ian.” Most years report deaths at the Inlet and one can imagine s
Lights, camera, action! The arts season is back! Brush off that pretty shawl collecting dust in the closet and put a bit of polish on your good shoes. We’re going out! For those of us who’ve used extra caution to keep people we love safe throughout t
Thirty years ago, life changed over the course of an August weekend. A swirling mass off the coast of Africa had struggled to develop until it was on South Florida’s doorstep. Then it intensified so quickly that Hurricane Andrew rushed ashore less
I don’t understand why there is such contempt for iguanas. They are not aggressive toward people, they run away as fast as they can if anyone approaches them. They don’t bite, they don’t sting. They don’t attack our pets. They don’t ravage our impor
Welcome to hurricane season. If you’re new to the area you may have recently encountered your first flooded roadways, rising groundwater and canceled windstorm insurance. Add to that mix La Niña holding in the Pacific, a slowed Gulf Stream, a w
I can’t remember how I learned to swim. I’d like to think I gripped my mother’s hands with my pudgy baby fingers as she bounced me up and down in the water of some muddy, Midwestern lake until I was floating — still grasping one finger until I let g
It’s not that I’m slowing down or losing interest. There are no urgent responsibilities that must be addressed. My health is good. But like the dropping barometer before a storm, there’s an ever-present pressure nagging at me to slow down, urging me
Goodwill has long been the bedrock of our community newspaper. Yes, we provide news, information and entertainment for our readers, but our foundation is based on the goodwill we receive from the businesses and residents in our coastal communities.
Someone stole my bike. It wasn’t new and I have another one, but it was the same aqua blue as the ocean on a summer day. You could feel the wind in your hair just looking at it. The bike was also the color of this newspaper’s masthead logo and was a
“Hoping you’ll find comfort in the memories that are yours to cherish always, and strength in the companionship of those who share your loss,” wrote Coastal Star reporter Rich Pollack to me following my mother’s death in 2007. The handwritten no
The drama at the Delray Beach commission meeting was expected to come from an audit report on the Old School Square Center for the Arts. But another number came up — deeply disturbing and having nothing to do with the beloved and troubled nonprofit.
In your June/July article about bicycling on A1A, you only made a short statement referencing large groups of bikers. I find it very disturbing that I have observed over the past 10 years large groups of bicycles — 30 to 90 bikers — who ride in the
Thank you for your coverage of not just our Ocean Ridge municipal meetings but all of our neighbors’ meetings in your paper. An invaluable asset to the coastal communities. In the article about the May 2021 Ocean Ridge commission meeting is one poi
History is hard. What passes as history is most often written by those with the means to quickly share their view of events with a wide audience. Often that means newspapers. In 1943, journalist Alan Barth called news “the first rough draft of histor
What can I say about overdevelopment that hasn’t already been said a thousand times? I have never known anyone that is at all happy with the direction that the development in Delray Beach has gone. When the iPic Theater went up, it appeared that the
The light falls differently once the clocks change. It’s brighter, easier, more transparent. Increasingly the draw-bridges are in the up position and the tops are down on the rental convertibles cruising on A1A. After a year of living oh-so-very-cau