Harrisburg is an antiquated, yet charming Pennsylvanian town on the Susquehanna River with roots reaching back into the 18th century. Continue reading →

When I was a kid my dad traveled a lot for work. Back then, his company was growing exponentially and my father was sent to oversee the opening of new stores all across the country. In 2002, he had a particularly busy year. My dad was assigned to a store in Continue reading →

Five years ago my husband and I decided to spend Thanksgiving at a cabin up north. Continue reading →

We’ve always lived at 423 Stockholm Street, so there really wasn’t ever a time that I didn’t hear the creature. Continue reading →

I grew up in Keeling, Missouri. No, you wouldn’t have heard of it. It was a small, rural, upper-middle class community where everyone owned at least an acre or two. My father was Continue reading →