“If you want to understand today you have to search yesterday.”
Pearl S. Buck, American novelist (1892-1973)


  • Family Ties

    Most of the time, we pass through towns without ever truly seeing them. A name flashes by on a roadway sign, a row of storefronts slips past the car window—and just like that, we’re gone. We don’t stop. We don’t… Continue reading

    Family Ties
  • Rootin’-Tootin’ Rabble-Rousin

    Some years, it feels like we completely skip spring. One minute it’s flurries and frostbite, and the next—bam!—we’re baking in full-on summer heat. In fact, a 2025 analysis by Climate Central found that 98% of the U.S. has seen more… Continue reading

    Rootin’-Tootin’ Rabble-Rousin
  • School’s Out For Summer

    When you ask someone to name the oldest college in America, Harvard is almost always the first answer—and for good reason. Founded in 1636, it holds the title of the nation’s first institution of higher learning. Located in Cambridge, Massachusetts,… Continue reading

    School’s Out For Summer
  • Belle of the Bar

    The idea of six degrees of separation—sometimes called the “six handshake rule”—subtly shapes how I explore history each week. First imagined in a 1929 short story by Hungarian writer Frigyes Karinthy, it suggests that any two people on Earth are… Continue reading

    Belle of the Bar
  • Garden of Eden

    After months of gray skies and stillness, there’s nothing more healing than stepping outside and feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin again. I live for those quiet hours with my hands in the dirt—no noise, no screens,… Continue reading

    Garden of Eden
  • From Lemonade to Lubinville

    My first big trip was to California when I was fourteen, give or take a year or two. I was both excited and scared—never having flown on a commercial airplane before. My mom, her partner Jon, my brother, and I… Continue reading

    From Lemonade to Lubinville
  • A Place Called Home

    In some ways, my archival journey began the moment I first stepped through the front door of my house—though I didn’t realize it at the time. There was a quiet pull inside me, a yearning to uncover the stories hidden… Continue reading

    A Place Called Home
  • Roadside Attraction

    I was never the typical little girl. While others played with dolls and hosted tea parties, I found joy in a different world. Sure, I had my Charlie’s Angel Hideaway House tucked in the corner of my childhood bedroom, but… Continue reading

    Roadside Attraction
  • A Mirror For All Mankind

    Faith is a word that takes on different meanings depending on who you ask. Its definition is deeply personal and, for many, constantly evolving. For me, faith has always been more than a set of religious teachings or an abstract… Continue reading

    A Mirror For All Mankind
  • Good Morning Heartache

    One night, not long ago, the weight of the world felt unbearable—as if I was sinking beneath the density of everything I couldn’t escape. It was the kind of heaviness that seeps into your bones, making it hard to breathe,… Continue reading

    Good Morning Heartache