A major thoroughfare on the Atlantic Coast, the Delaware River is both beautiful and tumultuous at times. Throughout history many towns and communities have sprung up along the river and thrived because of the many benefits it offers. One of these communities, a picturesque small town called Fieldsboro in New Jersey, with a population of
I recently began blogging about some of my amazing paranormal travel experiences at haunted and historic places with the main goal of sharing this unique and cool look into our haunted history with everyone. Before writing about the next haunted location, which I can tell you is the top of my list for scary experiences,
The question I am asked most frequently and the one that is hardest to answer adequately – how do I receive messages and guidance from the beyond? Usually, folks are less interested in my process but more curious about how it feels to receive this communication – how do I know I just don’t have
Since we had such a hauntingly good time at the Inn of the Hawke in Lambertville, NJ and the night was so beautiful, we decided to cross the canal and the river into New Hope, PA. Read about the Inn of the Hawke haunted jaunt here: https://wp.me/paqIPF-69 If you have checked out our jaunt to the
It started out as a magical evening – a starry December night that had just a slight chill in the air, beautiful historical homes dressed in their best Christmas attire, sparkling colored lights shining everywhere. Driving into this adorable little town you can’t help but be swept up in the feel of it – the
Here in New Jersey, the December days can be unpredictable – sometimes sunny and decent and other times cold, gray and miserable. Either way, the days are short and the nights long. That’s why we love to get out, take a drive and visit historic, haunted locations. Weekends like this past Saturday are my favorite.
It began as a beautiful dream, and one I knew right away was not mine. I was the mother of this amazing little creature, this son I never knew would complete me is so many ways. I was rocking him in my arms, staring in utter amazement at the perfection of his features, breathing in
“Lizzie Borden took an axe Gave her mother forty whacks When she saw what she had done She gave her father forty-one” A lot of us grew up singing this rhyme (admit it, you knew the tune and sang along as you read). Maybe you sang it with a jump rope or clapping with a