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Fiendishly fun Halloween dinner
Crisp, vibrant leaves dance on the breeze, swirling and drifting past lit pumpkin faces. There’s a chill in the air, like phantom fingers slowing sliding down your spine. The ghouls and goblins are preparing their path, and the witches are ready to take flight. It’s All Hallows Eve in the neighborhood, and the kiddos are ready to run the sidewalks in search of sugar bounty. When my boys were young, Halloween was always a challenge for me as a working mom. When it’s already dusk when you’re pulling in the driveway, and you need to somehow manage to put some food in your families bellies before they rot their teeth…
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Just treats, no tricks
Fifteen miles east of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, the streets are lined with silver “KISS” lamp posts and the smell of chocolate permeates the air. The small fourteen and a half mile town bears the name of it’s founder, humanitarian and philanthropist, Milton S. Hershey. Welcome to Hershey, Pennsylvania, the “sweetest place on earth.” Mr. Hershey originally opened his Hershey Park in 1907 as a place for workers and residents of the factory town to enjoy with their families. A large expanse of landscaped ground allowed for picnicking, as well as boating and canoeing on Spring Creek. In 1908 rides and attractions started to be added, beginning with a merry-go-round with a…
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Philadelphia’s Secret Garden (District)
As this is my first post, I should mention that I’m not typically good with sharing my travel secrets. I feel that the adventures I’ve discovered were appreciated more because of the fact I uncover them in the heat of the adventure and not just given to me by someone else’s discovery. But here’s the rub… In the past couple years with Dawn, I have seen how inspired people are through her blogging. Her appreciation for life allows me to live vicariously through her joy. Traveling with Dawn and seeing things through her enlightened soul only enhances the experience for me. This is not limited to just travel, but it’s…
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Get your Halloween on lockdown
The tall stone walls loomed over us and as we crossed inside, I think I gripped Tony’s hand just a little bit tighter. It may be “Always Sunny in Philadelphia” but there was heaviness that took over once inside those walls. Darkness? Despair? Paranoia? It’s hard to say. But the sun was shining when we went in…wasn’t it? My admittedly vivid imagination may have been in overdrive, but there was a definite “shift” in something when we crossed the threshold of this centuries old prison…I’m sorry, penitentiary, called so because it was designed to inspire penitence in the very hearts of it’s inmates. Not simply repentance, but an “action of…