Below, my mother, Jan as a teenager. © copyright 2019-2022 Stacya Silverman. All rights reserved. My parents first met in Reading,...

Photo by Thomas Schworer I grew up in a cloud of my father’s cigar smoke, listening to the tapping sounds from his Corona typewriter, the loud zipping from the return carriage. He smoked cigars constantly, except when he slept, or studied at the public library, Sante Fe High Grade, which came fifty cigars in a box with a lid. He kept extra cigars, the fat kind, overflowing in his shirt pocket with his lighter and several pens. He could go days without regular sleep, with no a

©Stacya Shepard Silverman Riley Shepard ’s Promise 2021 All Rights Reserved Today is Saturday, March 20, 2021. Deaths from the...

Today is Sunday, February 7th. I heard something the other day about how when a death toll reaches a certain number, people begin to...

Today is Sunday, January 31, 2021. 30 million of 50 million vaccines have been distributed. There are three strains of the new virus,...

Today is Sunday, January 24th, 2021. There is a new strain of the COVID-19 virus that seems to be more contagious. N95 masks and KN95...

Today is Sunday, January 17, 2021. Trump has been impeached for inciting an insurrection. The 45th president has been quiet, many of his...

Today is Sunday, January 10, 2021. This Week blew up on January 6th, which began with the historical news that the runoff in Georgia...

When I was a little girl, my father told me that he wrote the song "Blue Christmas". I'm pretty sure the first time he told me that is when

Today is Sunday, December 27, 2020. In local news, there's still a snowy owl from the Arctic hanging out in our neighborhood. She favors...