Pearl S. Buck House
Having read The Good Earth in grade school, Pearl S. Buck’s description of China fascinated me. Hers was perhaps the…
Having read The Good Earth in grade school, Pearl S. Buck’s description of China fascinated me. Hers was perhaps the…
Flowers restore the soul. Trees cradle it with peaceful green. These were never so needed as they are now. Spring…
It is the burial site of ordinary people who made a dying choice to save others. Passengers and crew took…
The peaceful countryside surrounding Hopewell Furnace and the village built to support the furnace invites you to put aside modern…
I wanted to be six again. I wanted to hold my arms out and twirl then skip from place to…
After over an hour’s traffic crawl on two-lane back roads, we crested a hill and saw the village below us.…
Every mile of trail in French Creek Park has my footprints on it. After years of hiking there, I sought…
It was my birthday present to myself, a weekend camping trip. With borrowed gear stowed in my Miata and the…
Marsh Creek is where I began to look at water differently. It is where I most recently saw a Bald…
Raw power and surprising beauty shroud the now silent steel mill. Go there. Go alone and go unplugged. The silence…
Prelude to A Year in My Woods This year is not a calendar year, rather it is a reflection beginning…
Some time ago, I’d stayed at the Inn at St. Peter’s Village and enjoyed the experience. We had great fun…