Seeing the burnt Horn Farm Center’s farmhouse teaches my students a difficult lesson: nature doesn’t exist to serve us. Like the fire from lightning, or the poison of the pokeweed, or the sturdy fibers of the dogbane, we have to respect and learn from the environment.
Have you ever explored Lancaster’s Wind Cave? How about eaten mad honey? Touched 1,000-year-old petroglyphs? All of these wonders lay mere feet from the racers of the Keystone Trails Association 25k and 50k Trail Challenge. My friend and history partner Dominish Marie Miller raced it last year. “I really enjoy trail runs in general and I’ve found the fellow runners of the KTA to be the nicest people I’ve competed against,” Domi says.
Here’s an article I wrote about the run adventures along the race!
The Friends of York City Cemetery and I are launching an initiative to raise $20,000 for York’s City Cemetery. Here’s what started us on this journey. I needed to find an apartment, and fast. After touring multiple locations, I decided on a rental on Schley Alley in North York. Why?
One of the reasons Noah Platts wants to earn his Eagle Scout rank is to prove that kids with physical disabilities, like himself, are just as capable as anyone else. He hasn’t let barriers limit his life, including carving out his own hand-dug canoe. He’s not the first local kid to do so. In 1927, a 14-year-old from Westminster similarly overcame physical setbacks to earn himself that Eagle Scout rank. However, it wasn’t easy.
We push past scores of cowboy and cowgirl hats on our way to the wooden bleachers. It’s the biannual rodeo held at Wellsville Frontier Days, and my friends and I are here to see bull riding, barrel racing, and steer wrestling. Since moving to Newberrytown in 2021, I’ve seen signs
Victoria Close doesn’t know why her elementary classmates call her a “commie.” They bully her on the playground, chanting it at her like it’s an insult. Once home, her family explains that her peers mock her due to their family’s heritage. They are from Russia — it’s the height of
My hearing goes first. It sounds like I’m in a conch shell with echoes of my voice amplified in my ears. Then the peripheral vision begins to darken. The nurse tells me to lay back down on the cot as she places an icepack on my chest and orange juice