In the 1920’s my great-grandmother bought a house on Shelter Island, in the alligator’s mouth on Eastern Long Island. As a young bride, my grandmother spent summers there with her two sons who spent their days sailing and fishing. In turn, my family spent every summer there as well. It was idyllic – well, mostly.Lisa Helme DanforthMay 1st, 2013
Alas, here we are in February, the bleakest month of Rhode Island’s fishing calendar—a month that pretty reliably cuts a … Lisa Helme DanforthJan 30th, 2013