Fundraiser donates 100% of profits

By Maddie Laurie
Photograph coutesy of Winter WonderFest
From the Winter 2022 issue

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As in winters past, tens of thousands of people from across Delaware and beyond are expected to visit Hudson Fields near Milton this year to immerse themselves in the sparkling colors of the holiday season. More than a mile of light displays, featuring six dozen classic holiday and “Small Wonder” Delaware-centric scenes, will light up the night during the seventh annual Winter WonderFest. An early evening New Year’s Eve fireworks show returns, as well.

Not only does the event’s “Light Spectacular” literally light up visitors’ eyes, but it’s also a dedicated effort to lift up the community.

A home burns and lives are upended. But amid such loss, one’s heart is seared with a deeper appreciation of what’s truly important.

Story by Jessica Gordon
Photograph by Chris Colpo of the Lewes Fire Department
From the Winter 2022 issue

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I am holding my breath, staring wide-eyed, unblinking. My heart pounds in my chest as if it’s trying to escape the confines of my rib cage. The rapid, rhythmic pumping of blood is all I can hear and my entire body trembles, like an earthquake has taken place in my solar plexus. 

Blink. 

Breathe. 

Count: One. Two. Two. 

 

‘Alternative medicine’ practitioners followed varied paths to their treatment specialties

By Bill Newcott
Photograph by Carolyn Watson
From the Winter 2022 issue

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“You feel that?” whispers Liz Guida. “It’s different, isn’t it?”

I am lying on a table in a softly lit room, immersed in gentle piano music. Guida has her hands on my lower left leg, and she isn’t letting go.

She isn’t rubbing it, either — which comes as some surprise because this table, this darkened room, that mystical music all whisper: “massage.” 

Instead, Guida leaves both hands perfectly still, positioned on a calf muscle that’s been giving me trouble ever since I tried to stride up a steep hill in Pittsburgh a few weeks ago. 

And there they stay. The seconds pass by. Then, it seems, minutes. And she’s right: It is different. I’m feeling the same amount of relief I’d expect from a rub-it-until-it-hurts deep-tissue massage, but without the wincing.

“That’s pretty remarkable,” I say.

Guida just smiles softy. Yes, she knows.