I got Lyme at an A-list actress’s house in East Hampton a couple years ago (I’ll tell you who if we chat at a party). Walking through her elegant seagrass, a tick attached to my ankle, and a bullseye like a big, itchy pink donut appeared not long afterward. I was one of the lucky ones because I caught it right away and was able to take antibiotics. But …
Surviving a Hellish Summer of Ticks
Reporting live from the epicenter of Lyme. Plus: are "cherries on ice" over before they've even begun? And Suzie Kondi's wellness-happy Hamptons
