A Life Well Lived

by David Saggio Ted Sebastianelli was born in Scranton Pennsylvania in 1947, a second-generation Italian-American.  His parents were Edward T. and Marion Sebastianelli. Ted’s immigrant grandfather and uncles were hard coal miners.  He grew up in Peckville and went to … Continued

127 Years of Filling Needs

by Susan Shank Shincovich Of the wide variety of entities that call the Highlands neighborhood home—including hundreds of single family homes, six houses of worship, two borough parks, apartment buildings of all shapes and sizes, an international market, several child … Continued

The Wall

If you have gone down East Irvin Avenue at any time over the past few months, you probably noticed the rather large pile of stones occupying the driveway at 618 E. Irvin and wondered what was up. If you passed … Continued

Leave the Leaves

by Justin Wheeler Thanksgiving and fall leaves – other than their Autumnal association, they seemingly have little in common. Yet, as a gardener and lover of the natural world, fall leaves are one of the things I am most thankful … Continued

Empowering Survivors, Eliminating Violence: How a New Name Reflects the Centre County Women’s Resource Center Evolution Since the 1970’s.

By Jordan Gibby, Prevention Educator For over 40 years, the Centre County Women’s Resource Center (CCWRC) has served the Highlands and broader Centre County community in combating domestic and sexual violence through confidential, free services. Started by grassroots activists in … Continued

Home in the Highlands

by Noah Coleman The odd thing about returning to the place where one was born is the intersection of your past and current lives. Returning to State College has created new patterns upon previous layers upon previous memories. When Highlands … Continued

Out of the Cold

By Gary Miller   What is a community? A few years ago, faculty at the University of North Carolina, the University of California at San Francisco, and the University of Philadelphia interviewed a wide range of people about that question.  … Continued


by Susan Rogers My father’s yard embarrassed me. The yard of my childhood was a patchy bit of grass, in the back and in the front—we had a corner lot—and loaded with weeds. Overburdened with teaching writing at Penn State … Continued