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A Place For Penitence
Moving to Schwenksville in late 2007 marked a significant turning point in my life. Following years of hopping around the country in pursuit of my career, buying a house meant putting down roots – a concept that had eluded me… Continue reading
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The Family Plot
A few weeks ago, a work colleague caught me off guard with a curious question. “Aren’t you the girl that can be found wandering around cemeteries?,” he asked, with a hint of amusement and a curious smile. “Why yes, that’s… Continue reading
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Pennies On Your Eyes
“Let me tell you how it will be. There’s one for you, nineteen for me.” These iconic lines from George Harrison’s classic “Taxman” resonate with the frustration many feel towards taxation. The song, featured on The Beatles’ 1966 album Revolver,… Continue reading
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A Creek Runs Through It
“It rushed one hundred years ago. It will rush next week.” – Amy Ludwig VanDerWater, This Creek (2019) I arrived in Schwenksville in late 2007, seeking respite from the hustle and bustle of metropolitan life in New York, Los Angeles, and… Continue reading
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A Woman Scorned
There are three somewhat popular expressions I notice myself using often. These sayings are not bad, mind you, but I find it interesting how my brain just goes there. “Aha.” ”Go figure.” “Who’d thought?” They all do hold space in… Continue reading
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l’Otts of Blooms
In my house, the Easter Bunny was a feisty fellow. He would hide our beloved holiday baskets and never in the same spot. Each year, my brother and I would go hunting, which would often include searches of nearly every… Continue reading
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And The Winner Is…
As an 80s kid, I am unapologetically nostalgic for an era defined by shoulder pads, rubber bracelets, and neon sweatshirts. It was a time when big hair and leg warmers were fashion staples, and iconic movie quotes like “these aren’t… Continue reading
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Tailor Made
On countless Sunday mornings, my husband Tim and I have enjoyed eating breakfast together on Schwenksville’s high street. We could easily walk there, but most often we drive the short distance, parking on the bumpy, stone lot that is… Continue reading
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Six Degrees of Schwenksville
The six handshake rule lies at the heart of a small town’s existence. Families blend, business partners unite, and properties change hands. Documented over a period of days, weeks, or years, and those multiplying degrees ultimately become the building blocks… Continue reading
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Grampy Had A Sweet Tooth
I fondly recall my grandfather’s love of salt water taffy. On nearly every visit to him as a kid, it seemed he always had in arm’s reach, a decent sized bowl containing the individually wrapped pieces of sticky goo. How… Continue reading
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