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Was it the hunky photo of him sitting on his Harley, or my 10-year obsession with learning to ride a motorcycle? The details are fuzzy, but I clearly remember “winking” enthusiastically, at my future hubby, on match.com. We met for our first date at the Woodside Deli, his freshly-washed Road King flirting with me in the parking lot, while Ken waited for me inside. I breathed a silent wish, ‘please don’t be a serial killer, married, have bad breath or any other unsavory qualities’, because I was already in love…with his motorcycle. Me and Ken with his 2003 Harley Davidson...

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“Commissions are too expensive”, or “I don’t even know where to begin.” That’s what you’re thinking, right? Let me ask, what’s the price you’re willing to pay for something made just for you, that speaks to your soul. The piece that NO one else has, that makes you feel sexy, amazing and beautiful? Can you put a price tag on that thing? When I first started my business, I made what I wanted to make, and that was it. Buy it if you like it, or not. By month three, I had my first custom jewelry inquiry, and I panicked,...

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I was enjoying some nitrous oxide, reclining in the dentist’s chair, awaiting an impending root canal. It was February, but it feels like forever ago. My dentist, and his tech were bantering about 2 confirmed cases of the coronavirus in Maryland. I live in Pennsylvania, but said nothing, my mouth propped open by some torture device. That was the first time I sensed the swell of a tidal wave, inevitably heading in my direction. 'This is for real' I thought. It’s only one state away, and it’s coming. I felt something like fear, albeit muted, thanks to the nitrous. Over...

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I took this photo from the inside of Bob's Antique Indian Motorcycle Sales, on the upper floor above the shop. As I stepped carefully over dusty cardboard boxes and greasy bike parts, light peeked through the squeaky, musty wooden floor. Intrigued by the antique bikes and rusty old parts, I saw beauty rather than devastation. As I paused to consider the rich history surrounding me, and to wonder who might have ridden these old bikes, I looked out the window to catch this beautiful sight. Were they alone and lonely? Or together in peaceful solitude. You decide for yourself, just...

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Damn February, where did you go?  The month of love is nearly over. Flowers, chocolates, fancy dinners or just a romantic night in, there’s no denying the “buzz” that comes with Valentine’s Day, am I right?  What I’m about to share might at first make me sound like a Debbie Downer, but stick with me until the end…   We spent our Valentine’s Day at Penn State Hershey Cancer Institute. If you’ve been following me for a while, you already know that in July 2019 my husband was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a blood cancer affecting his bone marrow. In...

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