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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
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Rub-A-Dub-Dubby
The calendar is packed with wonderfully wacky, delightfully odd holidays—some official, some unofficial, and some that make you stop mid-scroll and ask, “Who the hell came up with this?” Take Talk Like a Pirate Day—the magical 24-hour period when it’s… Continue reading
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Over The Mountain
Even several days past New Year’s Eve, the thrill of the evening still lingers in my mind. Most often, you’ll find me at Sellersville Theater, working the year-end celebration. I always say I have the perfect job, because few things… Continue reading
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Lifelines: Salford Schwenkfelder Cemetery
In the summer of 2025, preservation partners Rick Detweiler and Paula Hogan spent four months cleaning nearly 150 modest grave markers at Salford Schwenkfelder Cemetery. Nestled in Lower Salford Township, along the border of Harleysville and Souderton, this small Pennsylvania… Continue reading
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‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
While my house is nearly two centuries old, there is no chimney from which to hang stockings with care. The house has its quirks—squeaky floorboards, stubborn doors, and absolutely no exact right angles—details familiar to anyone who lives in a… Continue reading
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The Iron Maiden
It’s hard to believe there are only three weeks left in the year. I swear the days seem to slip by faster as I get older, each one a gentle—and sometimes piercing—reminder that time waits for no one. This year… Continue reading
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Battle of the Boards
My first real taste of Black Friday came when I was 21, give or take a year. I was home from college, tagging along with my mom—an early riser long before I ever became one. Half-asleep, I trailed behind her… Continue reading
Keystone Wayfarer 