Snow swirls hypnotically across the windshield as we pick our way through Crawford Notch. And it strikes me... Isn't it odd that we never...

The distinct atmosphere lures me in. History. Oddities. Stories from days gone by. Like a roadside museum, the antique store’s white flag...

It’s true. I’m a ghost hunter. But sometimes I wonder, who is hunting who? Spirits often sneak up on me. (Don’t laugh) I find them at the...

Welcome! When I sat down to write something, I considered what I would like to know first about an author. The question - What inspires y...