Burning stones: Mining history tells a dark tale

Despair settled in the grimy creases of a face made old through wear. His lungs sucked heavy dust with every breath, his bones deformed from repetitive labor. His hands are cut, and often bleed from handling thousands of stone shards. The boy is 8 years old and for whatever reason he has been sold to the “company store” to live and probably die in a coal mine. Read More +

Bunnies, buns and bouquets

Holidays are not all that simple. Many have religious roots that have been converted to secular events and secular events converted to religious ones. Springtide, or Easter seems to be one of the oldest rites celebrating the rebirth of the earth – or resurrection. Read More +

Levittown: The birth of the ‘burbs

Suburban living comes in many forms. When my dad returned home from serving in WWII there was no housing available. Today, at 87 years old, he reminisces that he would have been grateful for a Quonset hut or an apartment but neither could be found, so for several years he and mom lived with the in-laws. Read More +