In the Hamptons, the real story is how the other half lives. The Shinnecock Indian Nation occupies one of the most destitute areas of Long Island. Some of their wealthy neighbors want to keep it that way.

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By January, we were 10 months into the pandemic and I couldn’t remember the last time I had left Long Island. My husband and I were raising two young children and working, cleaning and cooking, indefinitely, from home. It was hard to imagine a time when I had felt more claustrophobic.

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Not much happens of note on Shelter Island, all 8,000 bucolic acres of it. Sandwiched between Long Island’s North and South Forks, it’s the kind of place where people seem to know one another, where car doors are often left unlocked and where, for some 20 years, the most bothersome problem has been Lyme disease-carrying blacklegged ticks.

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On a Tuesday night in mid-June, Justin Timberlake found himself at Sag Harbor’s American Hotel, on Main Street, enjoying what the singer described as a “one martini” dinner, although a witness told the New York Post that Timberlake was “wasted” and “drinking other people’s drinks.”

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For as long as Nathaniel Miller can remember, he has spent every summer at a beach in Napeague, a once-remote strip of marsh, pine forest and dunes sandwiched between Amagansett and Montauk in the Hamptons.

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Five years ago, I was working as a staff writer at the East Hampton Star, a family-owned weekly newspaper on the eastern end of Long Island, New York, when an editor first told me about a great untold story of the so-called Hamptons that I eventually turned into my first nonfiction book.

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On March 22, 1984, the Wind Blown, a commercial fishing boat, departed from Montauk Harbor on eastern Long Island around dusk to begin its first trip of the early-spring season. The four-man crew planned a weeklong trip to catch tilefish about 120 miles offshore.

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Exactly five years ago, I began gathering material for what started out as an assignment for East magazine but eventually morphed into my first nonfiction book.

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On a sweet piece of East Hampton real estate next to SoulCycle and Carissa’s the Bakery—and just behind Sant Ambroeus, Staud, and Isabel Marant, is a med spa called The Beauty Edge. It offers everything an East Hampton resident would want if having an edge on beauty were the objective.

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In a recent frenzy of spring cleaning, I unzipped my son’s long-forgotten backpack.

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Last May, having exhausted all possible local options, my husband and I got into our car and drove one hundred miles west. We left home early that morning in search of two specific things: better medical care and a definitive diagnosis.

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