Not too long ago, I didn’t know Martha’s Vineyard existed. Now I love too many of its people not to love their land…not to mention the sorcery of its shores buried in the Vineyard Sound…how beautiful to name waters in Sounds…
Found a pair of friends with identical place tattoos over dinner on the Vineyard one summer evening. A map of the island and the East Chop Beach Club flag. Inked. Forever!
wanderings + wonderings 
Having family on MV was saving grace to a child growing up in an inner city. My summers there were sacred; abundant with nature, simplicity and Yankee ingenuity. Colorful characters (my relatives, creative types, “celebrities”) providing me a lifetime of stories to tell. Night skies heavier with stars than dark space.