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A Thousand Splendid Suns
We’ve officially hit the one-month mark of summer 2025—and let me tell you, she’s already showing off. The heat clings like a second skin, melting your willpower and making even the thought of socks feel like a personal insult. So far, we’ve baked through a streak of those infamous 90-plus-degree days, sending folks fleeing to…
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Once Upon A Time
It’s no secret—I’m a history nerd through and through. Every week, I find myself tumbling down another self-induced rabbit hole, drawn in by a story that grabs hold and won’t let go. Whatever the spark, it always leads me to the same truth: history isn’t just a collection of old dates and dusty names. It’s…
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Dance Hall Days
“In the Mood,” that toe-tapping big band classic, was on the setlist when my mom, her youngest sister, and brother-in-law caught a recent show at the Sellersville Theater. They were in town celebrating my aunt and uncle’s forty-fifth wedding anniversary, and the concert—full of swing, brass, and nostalgia—felt like the perfect soundtrack for the occasion.…
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Oz Really Isn’t So Terrible
I remember when my mom, an avid reader, handed me my first Judy Blume book. I curled up with the small paperback in the quiet of my childhood bedroom and disappeared into its pages for what felt like hours. The pale purple cover featured a girl who seemed to be thinking the same kinds of…
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Huzza! Brave Boys
History rarely arrives with fanfare. More often, it slips in quietly—catching us off guard in everyday moments: a stack of old books forgotten in a basement, a handwritten note in the margin of a worn cookbook, a song your mother hummed without knowing why. These are the ways history whispers. For me, the past rarely…