When I was 12 years old, during the summer of 1984, my Grandma Silvey arranged to take me to my first MLB game in Atlanta at Fulton County Stadium. We saw the Dodgers play the Braves because the Dodgers were her favorite team, and therefore, they were my favorite team, too. Other family members came…
Last Wednesday night, I stayed up until around 1:30 am to watch the Chicago Cubs win the World Series - a feat I don't often attempt as my normal waking time is 5:15. There was no way I was going to miss that moment, though. I drifted off a couple of times in the middle…
To have such a tortured past, Salem is nearly a perfect city. Small and friendly, with a beautiful downtown, Salem sits on the harbor with incredible views of the Atlantic Ocean. Because Nathaniel Hawthorne is my dead boyfriend, and he was born in Salem, and because I…
Yesterday's activities were exhausting. I thought I would try to write a quick note about our baseball excursion when I arrived back at the hotel room last night, but we didn't hit the couch until about 12:45 am, and I was grimy and zombie-like. The only activities that interested me at that point…
I don't even know where to begin. I have no idea how to put into words the feelings I felt today as I walked through Concord, Massachusetts. I have dreamed about Walden Pond and Orchard House and The Old Manse for as long as I have known about Louisa May Alcott and Henry…
After about 10 hours of travel last night, we stopped to sleep in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and awoke this morning with the idea that we would take about 3 hours to travel to Springfield, Massachusetts and spend the afternoon at the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame. More or less, that is what we…
My First Step on the Appalachian Trail By Kristie Camp Part 1: Signs Let me begin with a comment for the real hikers out there – the thru-hikers who spend days on the trail and carry packs that weigh as much as the hikers themselves do – I am not as tough or…
The summer before I turned 12 in September was the summer of the Florida trip. It was the last summer I lived on High Drive before my parents sold the little house where I had lived my entire life across the street from my grandma. It was the last summer where I played with my…
I am going to skip ahead a few years since some topic of conversation brought up this story the other night, and it is definitely worth repeating. Some time around my 9th grade year, my mom finally decided to call it quits with my dad (the crazy, tragic stories surrounding that year will have to…
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