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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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View From The Hill
On the surface, Schwenksville looks like any other small town. With only a few businesses occupying its main street, most that visit here are either exploring the popular Perkiomen Trail or literally just passing through. But if one were to… Continue reading
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Curiosity Led Me Here
I moved to Pennsylvania in the late 90s after two somewhat lengthy residencies in New York City, and one short-lived adventure to Los Angeles. Growing up north of Boston, I felt immediately at home on arrival in my adopted new… Continue reading
Keystone Wayfarer 