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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Fool For A Day
There’s a certain magic in laughter—a kind of alchemy that transforms even the most ordinary moments into something unforgettable. Charlie Chaplin once said, “A day without laughter is a day wasted,” and I can’t help but agree. It’s not just… Continue reading
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Real Heros Don’t Wear Capes
The word “charity” originates from the Old French charité, carrying with it the Latin and Greek ideals of kindness and benevolence. Originally, charity was viewed primarily as a religious virtue—focused on helping the less fortunate through material aid. However, over… Continue reading
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Diamonds Are Forever
As a teenager, I played for the Rangers, a scrappy Little League baseball team in my hometown. My heart was set on third base—the hot corner—but being a lefty made it a tough fit. Left-handed players at third are rare,… Continue reading
Keystone Wayfarer 