*As published in North Canton Living February 2025 Stretching across the wide Kanawha River, the Kanawha Falls were a series of short shelves. The fast moving river swirled with foamy bubbles under the bright blue sky with red and orange trees lining the banks. With...
*As published in North Canton Living January 2025 "I would make a home for them in the North, and the Lord helping me, I would bring them all here.” Harriet Tubman The road narrowed with dark towering trees casting a gloom. I caught glimpses of blue sky but still...
*As published in North Canton Living December 2025 The canopy was carefully examined and folded. Go Pros were checked and rechecked. The group moved carefully into line reminiscing about their more than thirty years of base jumping. I quietly followed snapping pics as...
I sipped water and wiped my sweat as I sat in the shade watching the children dash from tiny faerie house to house. Their faerie house papers flapped in the breeze over shouts of “I found it!” The woods were deep and cool and I was lost. Somewhere, not far, there was...
*As published in North Canton Living October 2025 My stomach grumbled at the heavy smell of fried dough and sugar. I took my place in line behind two moms with several small children clutching their personal Donut Trail flyers. They fidgeted as they pressed against...
*As seen in North Canton Living Magazine February 2025 The waves crashed against the pier with spray arching over the walk. The sky bright blue after several days of storms. In the distance, I could see Chicago across Lake Michigan seeming to float on the green water....
*As seen in the North Canton Living Magazine January 2024 The train whistle echoed through the hills as I edged closer to the abandoned building. I watched as people quickly crossed the tracks as the crossing guard arm came down. The train roared by with its full coal...
Entering the last of the four airplane hangers, I could feel my mouth fall open as I stared at the presidential airplanes. Not one but four presidential aircraft. After a day of so many types of aircraft, seeing four large planes in one building with room to spare, my head spun. I had only a half hour before closing so I made my way up the steps and through the immaculately preserved pieces of American history.
I watched the monitor as the elevator descended. The park ranger stood quietly by as my ears popped. 30, 40, 50 and so as the elevator ticked on. When we reached the bottom at 79 stories, the ranger reminded us of the low light and gently directed us to the beginning of the self-guided tour. I adjusted my backpack and cane as I stepped into the gloom of Carlsbad Caverns.