Hop On Over to Zoo Brew

For one night each June at the Oglebay Good Zoo, the kids go home. The strollers roll away, the little red wagons head out, and the calls for popcorn and train rides fade into the evening sunset. After regular ...

Discovering Reiki: a Path to Healing

My hands have been tingling on and off for three days. They tingle as I write. At times the sensations move down to my feet or through my arms. Three days ago, I would have Googled the symptoms, diagnosed mysel...

The Autoimmune Sisterhood

Autoimmune disease is on the rise in our country. In decades past, the term “autoimmune” wasn’t widely known, but today, 50 million Americans live with an autoimmune disease. That number is climbing, and women ...

Roberts Ruminates: Beans and Weenies

I didn’t drink coffee until my first child was born. For 27 years of my life, I got by on ante-meridiem pep alone. But when the kid came along, as you can imagine, a steaming cup of artificial energy became an ...

Roberts Ruminates: Ode to This Road

The National Road runs like an artery right through our community. It wasn’t originally meant to come through Wheeling, though. It began in Cumberland, Md., and ultimately ended in Vandalia, Ill., but thanks to...

Ashley Is the Cat’s Meow

Charlie crawled through the frigid rain, one step at a time. His bones ached; his backside throbbed. He hadn’t eaten in days, and he could barely make it up the porch stairs. The world around him felt enormous ...

Let’s Talk About Renewable Energy

Oglebay Institute's Schrader Environmental Education Center offers a wide variety of programs for the community. My kids attend camp. I've gone fungi-hunting and owl-calling. My husband and I constructed rain b...

Valley Views & Varmints: Tiny Lights

Summer brings out the bugs. Nasty skeeters, biblical plagues of cicadas, and that cricket that lived in my car for nine days one year and almost chirped me into the nuthouse. As a culture, we spend hundreds of ...

Ramps: Feasting on the King of Stink

It’s spring in West Virginia again. That’s a good thing, because the temperature allows me to write this outside. The grass is a soft, green carpet beneath my feet. Mason bees buzz around my stone foundation an...