Watching your weather app for possible snowstorms? Apologies to my sun-loving family members. I still love a good snowfall. I’m…
Stories from long ago
Sometimes, I enjoy a little complaining. Luckily, it only lasts until I open a book and travel back to another…
People in the generations that came before me endured financial disaster and poverty, threats to national security, and lost family members…
Not everyone is qualified to be called The Snake Teacher. After the tiny black snake Speedy joined the Crone household in…
Becoming the Snake Lady Like most young mothers, Jane didn’t like snakes. As a child, she was terrified of them….
When I was a little girl, one of my favorite activities was going to Schlegel’s Grocery & Hardware Store. In…
I have a sweet collection of memories of my mom, Nancy Varner. I didn’t always remember that I had one…
Looking For Stories As a newly retired person, I quickly fell into activities I rarely had time for in my…
Sometimes, I read a story that touches me deeply and want to share it with my readers. I loved this…
Strange Dreams Sometimes, my dreams turn into story ideas I hope to write later. Other dreams reveal insights about people…
When I was a little girl, electronic devices were nowhere to be found. My family didn’t get a television set…
I must be a slow learner. Despite getting decent grades in public school and earning some Latin-sounding award on my…
House on the Highway was published in the 2017 summer issue of Common Ground Magazine. When I was…
In the fall of 1969, eight-year-old Dawn Howard stared at the display of dolls in a Montoursville department store. She…
The story of an antique, vintage, and nearly classic 1928 Model A Ford I’m glad I’m not a car. If I…
As a teacher for 26 years, I’ve seen a lot of changes in public education. Every day, the students…
Not much of a schoolboy July 11 – Since today is my dad’s 83rd birthday, and he’s on…
Christmas Past Christmas past holds so many glorious memories. Yet Christmas will never be the same without her. The Toll…
It was an ordinary, nothing special dish with waves of rolling milk glass edges and glossy whatnot sitting on an…
Empty Porches When I turned teenager, my family moved from a house surrounded by farmland to a small community in…