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The Iron Maiden
It’s hard to believe there are only three weeks left in the year. I swear the days seem to slip by faster as I get older, each one a gentle—and sometimes piercing—reminder that time waits for no one. This year… Continue reading
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Battle of the Boards
My first real taste of Black Friday came when I was 21, give or take a year. I was home from college, tagging along with my mom—an early riser long before I ever became one. Half-asleep, I trailed behind her… Continue reading
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The Princess Diary
A single flash can make a star. A thousand can unmake one. The paparazzi live for that moment—the shot that blurs admiration with intrusion. At first, it feels thrilling, even flattering: a smile caught, a nod returned, the illusion of… Continue reading
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Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
Several weeks ago, I arrived at Sellersville Theater in the early afternoon. I was there to work a show I’d been looking forward to for months—one I’d even circled in my calendar. You see, I still keep a large, neatly… Continue reading
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Cold Blooded
This story contains accounts of real-life violence and murder. Reader discretion is advised. Every Halloween, my husband queues up John Carpenter’s classics, one after another. Shadows twist and crawl across our living room walls while Chef Mike—the microwave with a… Continue reading
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