I was never allowed to trick or treat as a kid. However, Halloween has always been a special time of year for me. My parents didn’t like me watching things with magic involved so Halloween was like forbidden fruit. This being said,  It became my favorite holiday as a kid. I loved researching how Halloween was ...

Situational depression is a temporary adjustment disorder. We experience S.D. during taxing and painful times in our lives.

As we enter into March, my thoughts are turning towards Spring. It is right around the corner, right? Winter’s days are numbered. Right? I mean, how long can the snow possibly last with temperatures soaring in the high 40s? Of course, hope springs eternal – until I look at the weather forecast. High of 20 ...

Moving away, takes a lot, people say but try it – just around the holidays I miss our chats our traditions and feast Putting up our tree No, not you – just me but would do it all again with pride and glee No snow – we know but Ho Ho Ho we made it ...

Sugar plum fairies dancing in glittery lights. Flickering little sprites with fresh green holly adorning silvery hair Circle ’round the Yule log flames Filling this silent night with music, oh so merry and bright as the scent of hot spiced cider warming the frosty air the Wassail cup passes with cheer So splendid a sight ...

Dear Santa, Thank you for giving people something to believe in. The excitement, the joy, the magic that people experience year after year is magnificent and memorable. So, Santa, I decided to ask several family members to share a Christmas memory or two and was delighted by their responses. I hope you enjoy them as ...

Can you hear the bells ring so loud and clear? Heralding anticipation. Ghost of the past hover near called back to us this time each year.

Thanksgiving. To many, this means giving thanks for all our blessings. To others, it means mourning the decimation of Native Americans. To farmers, it meant being grateful for a bountiful harvest, because now they won’t starve during winter. Thanksgiving to me is being thankful to my ancestors. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for ...

Nolan and Brynn enjoy lunch at the Old Wintry Café and overhear a conversation at a nearby table. Three women are discussing rumors about an old brick building with a weathered, red door. The middle-aged lady informs her two younger companions of her given warning against entering the door while the wreath hangs on the ...

Headlights shine in Sara’s rearview mirror, forcing her to squint on her Friday night commute home from work. Grumbling over November’s early darkness and persistent glare in the mirror, she reaches up to adjust it. The driver follows unusually close and puts her on edge. Her grip tightens around the steering wheel, and she accelerates, ...