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Fade To Black
If someone wrote a story about my life, I wonder where it would begin. Would it start here, with me tapping at my keyboard from my new reclining sofa? Each word—almost a quiet confession I’m not sure I’m ready to… Continue reading
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Herstory
History is often defined as the study or record of past events. But in truth, it is far more than that. It lives in the streets we walk, the buildings we enter, and in the letters and photographs we almost… Continue reading
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The Human Thread
There was a time when I could look at a phone number and know exactly where it belonged. In the early ’90s, I worked for an international record label as a radio promoter, calling college stations across the country. Computers… Continue reading
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Liquid Gold
Most of my stories focus on the areas around my home in Montgomery County. Yet for more than eight years, I’ve worked at the Sellersville Theater, just over the line in Bucks. Long before it became the nationally respected venue… Continue reading
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A Serendipitous Discovery
I have this habit of driving around and getting lost on purpose. Taking lefts when logic says right, wandering down narrow lanes instead of main roads. I’m never searching for anything in particular—you could call it curiosity getting the best… Continue reading
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I’m A Woman
News began arriving at our doorsteps in the mid-1800s, printed on paper, folded and stacked for the family to read at breakfast. This daily ritual connected homes to the wider world. Then came the radio, carrying voices across the airwaves,… Continue reading
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Cocktails at Seven
Those who live in the Perkiomen Valley are surrounded by beauty and history, often in ways we take for granted. George Washington’s legacy—check. Colonial homesteads and stone farmhouses—still standing proudly. Yet history here is not confined to roadside plaques or… Continue reading
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Finding Wonderland
My love of horses goes back a long way. One of the first reports I remember writing in grade school was about Willie Shoemaker, the legendary American jockey. His quiet smile and crouched, almost comical posture belied an extraordinary talent.… Continue reading
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Heaven’s To Betsy
When I first moved to Pennsylvania, I lived in a renovated industrial loft on the second floor. Light poured in through floor-to-ceiling windows at the front, while the back of the space fell into shadow. I tucked my bedroom there,… Continue reading
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Made-To-Order Mayhem
As a teenager, I dreamed of playing third base. It was where I pictured myself—hands ready, feet planted, fielding every ball that came my way. That picture didn’t last long. My coaches took one look at my left hand and… Continue reading
Keystone Wayfarer 