It's that time of year again. Sprinklers dot the sidewalks with water. Fresh cut grass sticks to flip flops. And the air thickens with anticipation (oh and humidity).
I love reading. But I'm a busy gal. I likely won't be able to work my way through Stephen King's expansive horror collection before Halloween. What is a girl to do then? Lightbulb! Podcasts!
The sky was as clear and blue as the water of Lake Michigan. A bright sun shined down through the tips of the tall buildings as I stepped out of the cab, just under the sign of The Drake Hotel.
Scary Story Time: Ghost Haunting and Hunting in Colonial Williamsburg While Traveling with The Travelers
When visiting Colonial Williamsburg, you talk a lot about dead people. You even meet them on the street. But, those are actors not ghosts. To see the real ghosts you have to go ghost hunting for the hauntings...
I spend a lot of time in airports. So, I appreciate it when airports have art for my eyes weary of looking at fast food chains and rows and rows of industrial chairs. I've seen paintings and sculptures. But, I never imagined an airport would have a display that would send a chill down my spine...
First, I love holiday stories and movies - White Christmas,Elf, to name a few. One I've always had an affinity for is A Christmas Carol. It's a story that lends itself to telling and retelling in so many ways. I mean how many times have you seen a TV show do A Christmas Carol episode? I'd guess more than you can count. Even if you don't celebrate Christmas, the message of reflection and compassion is universal. Therefore, I think the versatile styling of the Christmas classic deserves it's own blog post.
Tomorrow, I am going to Staunton, VA, about 2 hours south of where I live in Northern Virginia, for a book signing for The Travelers at the Sacred Circle Bookstore. Just a few months ago I visited Staunton for the first time. As I walked the streets, I fell in love the quaint small town – the classic, narrow 3 story buildings pressed together lining brick sidewalks, the large windows inviting me into the stores, the street lamps, the restaurants. (It also helped that Staunton’s main street has 3 book stores in a one block radius, one of which is Sacred Circle.)
It’s the weekend and only 8 days left until Halloween. Can’t think of anything to do this weekend? Why not go to a haunted house? Sure, it’s strange to go somewhere with the goal of intentionally being scared out of your mind. And, yet, we do it and we love it. In fact, our cultural obsession goes well beyond the ghostly and ghoulish temporary creations erected for Halloween.