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  • “A Letter To” – Braucherei

    (Read on October 25, 2025) Autumn always feels like something’s shifting. The days grow shorter. Trees let go. And shadows stretch just a little farther. It’s spooky season—ghouls, goblins, zombies—the whole phantom parade. But not everything that haunts us wears a costume or hides behind a carved pumpkin. Some things slip quietly through the cracks…

  • Fade To Black

    If someone wrote a story about my life, I wonder where it would begin. Would it start here, with me tapping at my keyboard from my new reclining sofa? Each word—almost a quiet confession I’m not sure I’m ready to admit. Or would it start with the little moments that feel bigger than they are—words…

  • Herstory

    History is often defined as the study or record of past events. But in truth, it is far more than that. It lives in the streets we walk, the buildings we enter, and in the letters and photographs we almost forget. It carries the laughter, the labor, the struggles, and the quiet triumphs of lives…

  • The Human Thread

    There was a time when I could look at a phone number and know exactly where it belonged. In the early ’90s, I worked for an international record label as a radio promoter, calling college stations across the country. Computers were precious then, so my work lived in binders I carried everywhere. Inside were meticulously…

  • Liquid Gold

    Most of my stories focus on the areas around my home in Montgomery County. Yet for more than eight years, I’ve worked at the Sellersville Theater, just over the line in Bucks. Long before it became the nationally respected venue it is today, the theater was a neighborhood cinema — one locals still remember fondly.…