Dennis Minsky

In the 1970s, I worked to protect nesting least terns on the back shore. In those days, we did not close beaches to vehicles, but we did post areas where […]

Many decades ago, I shoplifted a book, just for the hell of it. I do not remember the title (maybe Lady Chatterley’s Lover?) but do remember the thrill of stashing […]

Late on a warm summer night more than 50 years ago, I was bicycling home from an evening downtown when I came upon an apparition. Or so it seemed — […]

The trouble with Life is that it is a one-way affair: there is no turning back, no opportunity to rewind the tape, revisit a scene, refresh an event. There is […]

These are trying times indeed, but the world persists in sending us gifts on a daily basis, if only we would notice and accept them. Yesterday, the gift was snow: […]

January 21 was a brutally cold day. Driving down Route 6, late for an appointment, I noticed not one but two vehicles with giant American flags billowing behind them. Of […]

This is the season of winnowing. The wind-scoured streets and what stubbornly remains remind us that we are all just — yes — hanging on. Winter is a test for […]

It is the darkness itself that is so humbling, so profound — pitch black and dark as death. Driving through Truro on a January night, there is an otherwise lunar […]

We are in a cold time. Everything is brittle and liable to breakage. Despair comes so easily. A few days ago, it was warmer, but still we were pummeled. The […]

If MacMillan Wharf is the heart of Provincetown, then surely Lopes Square is its aorta, where thousands of visitors surge, pulse, and begin their journey into town. After their stays, […]

Many years ago, in that time before cell phones, I was driving up Route I-95 when a familiar voice came on the radio singing “With a Little Help From My […]

I am a United States citizen in good standing. I have voted in every election since I was old enough to do so, received an honorable discharge from the U.S. […]

Dear Reader: I am writing to you from the past, specifically late October. If this column manages to get itself written, edited, and published, it will appear in the issue […]

Have you ever heard someone say that they were sorry they went for a swim? Neither have I. Even those hypothermic individuals hauled out of the water during this year’s […]

Walking with my dog on an East End beach one breezy, overcast afternoon, I encountered two young men engaged in a photo shoot, complete with props, just above the tide […]