Tag: Susan Barnett Village Voices

As the potential buyers got out of their car, one of the neighbors hopped on a dirt bike, revved it ...

Puzzles offer not only long-term rewards, but short, little jolts of achievement that come with each session. We have both ...

I saw something once. Just once. I was waiting for a client at an isolated house that was for sale. ...

I know if I unplugged, if I looked away, I'd feel better. But I also know that if I look ...

You could have a rambling Victorian on a corner lot with a big, double backyard in a village that is ...

Caution makes sense to me, as we're still not Covid-free. Just yesterday someone at a restaurant in Binghamton tested positive ...

I live right down the road from the East Sidney Dam, and anyone can swim or boat there for a ...

I got out of the car, in the middle of absolute nowhere, and walked back to that building with the ...

My grandchildren were recently here, and they were absolutely delighted when we ate dinner outside. They've been cooped up in ...

I've been discouraged. I have been writing for years, and I've been lucky enough to have a few short stories ...

She didn't know if calling the police and reporting the incident was the right thing to do. The police, she ...

I just saw that a Fox news anchor was fired for sexual harassment. His co-anchor had to read that announcement. ...

Where I once would have ironed the rough seams open and declared it “finished,” as the pattern tells me I ...

Local Hero, for me, epitomized the charm of small towns. At the end, when the American returns to his empty ...

It's clearly hard work, being a small bird and a parent. Both mom and dad flew back and forth many ...

I've seen a school that was a safe, tolerant space where all the students seemed to thrive. It was a ...

We live in a country led by a person who has, according to a tally by the Washington Post, lied ...

Beneath it all there was a deep sadness. My dad was a man longing for connection, yet he always felt ...

I was lucky enough to be visiting when my granddaughter was in the midst of a meltdown, and suddenly paused, ...

The wild roses are blooming up and down the street, and I do not care one bit that they are ...