My current work-in-progress is another historical novel set along the Oregon Trail, this one in
Spring is supposed to be the season when the weather turns milder—when the frigid temperatures
Last week I wrote about marching forth, and today I’m writing about springing forward. Daylight
This blog is about story and history — my story, the stories in my historical
My maternal grandmother gave me an amethyst pin many years ago. I don’t remember exactly
Today, November 21, 2018, is Stuffing Day. So it is appropriate to write about Thanksgiving
A year ago I published Lead Me Home, and I immediately turned to editing its
My granddaughter paid me a visit this past weekend (with her parents), so I haven’t
Sunday morning the electricity went out in our house. It seems to happen more and more frequently.
November is National Family Stories Month. So we should tell our stories to family and
I wrote on Monday about the tragedies of Alzheimer’s, which are real and heart-wrenching. But
I posted several years ago how I hated my mother telling me “I don’t know
I have been to all but three states in the U.S. I still need to
As I’ve written before, I am not a fan of green peppers. In fact, I
I’ve written several posts about childhood trips to visit my grandparents in Pacific Grove, California.
I recently loaded the OneDrive app on my Android phone so that I could have
Please forgive me for posting another Christmas snapshot, even though we are now in a
I’ve written before about my youngest brother learning his alphabet—how we sent him on reconnoitering
In my critique group, I’m known as the point of view Nazi. I am usually
I’ve mentioned before that I called my maternal grandmother Nanny Winnie. How I came to
When our youngest sibling (a boy) was born, my ten-year-old brother announced in awe, “When