November’s Journey to Gratitude

When I was young, November was a sullen downtime between the exciting bookends of Halloween and Christmas. Thanks to a friend, it’s become my favorite month of the year. Here’s why.

Ghost Hunt! (In which I tag along with a merry band of paranormal investigators and two psychics.)

These old general stores, reputed site of a shoot-out, are on the same property as the house owners believe is haunted.

Many people would consider live music a bonus to living in a house. The problem, so far as Diana Gates of Sandy Mush, NC, sees it, is that this particular music isn’t coming from the living.

Grandma’s Ghost: A True Story of the Paranormal

Julie Woerner outside her home in Holiday, FL.

For most people interested in the paranormal, there was a defining moment in their lives—a moment when everything they believed was thrown off-kilter in light of an unexplainable experience. For me, that moment occurred in the early morning hours of a December day in 1993.

Corn Mazing

“Water,” I whispered through parched lips.

“C’mon, Mom! We’ve only been in the maze for three minutes!”

Secretly Wishing for a Minor Mishap

Confession of a sometime theater director.

Driving the Highway to Heaven

Or “How I Almost Died on my Summer Vacation”

Charity run becomes power trip for local author

“And lo, men shall cast their eyes upon the bright orange safety vest, and they shall turn from their courses and be satisfied.”

C U @ Dinner: A texting mishap

From the learned-the-hard-way files.

“Mom? What’s Gay?”

“Mom? Some people in my class were being really mean about something, but I don’t understand it. I thought gay meant happy . . .”

A Needle in a Hayfever–One Mom’s Adventure with Acupuncture

I love living in the Smoky Mountains. The views! The plants! The trees! However, the downside of this scenario is illustrated by the yellow cast to every house and car in the area, as well as the violent sneezes of passersby.