
The Denny Party: Deciding on Puget Sound
In the last post I wrote about the Denny Party, they had reached Portland, Oregon,

In the last post I wrote about the Denny Party, they had reached Portland, Oregon,

In past Octobers, I’ve written about haunting books—which I define as stories that linger after

In the last couple of months, I’ve had two mini-reunions with people who were important

I’ve written before about how my brother and I got to see Santa Claus when
A friend I’ve come to know from blogging, Jill Weatherholt, asked me to be a guest
As a writer of historical fiction, one of the issues I struggle with is how
Making a living was important to pioneers on the frontier, just as it has been
I’ve written before about my husband’s bald cypress tree. We had it chopped down last

A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to visit the Klondike Gold Rush National

My current work-in-progress takes place mostly in the Oregon City area, beginning in October 1850.
I discovered as I cleaned out my parents’ house that there was a memory in
By the middle of July, the Oregon emigrants in the 1840s hoped to have crossed
I did not plan to write this week about losing my parents—that’s a subject I’ve
The Lake House was another book I read this past year that played with my
I’m not good at remembering summer birthdays. Maybe it’s because there’s too much else to
I’ve always been uncomfortable in hair salons—or “beauty parlors,” as we called them when I
I think it is human nature that we try to make sense of our world,
I don’t know how I became the pumpkin carver in our family. My husband and

As I wrote last month, the Denny Party reached Portland in late August 1851, after

I’ve written before about how much I love the beach. Usually, my visits to the
I’ve written before about the times I built Barbie houses with my father-in-law. The second house