I’ve written earlier posts about the development of Portland, Oregon, where my work-in-progress is set.
With everything else going on, I haven’t had as much time as I’d like to
Some weeks glide by, almost without notice. Others pack a punch, pitching and tossing like
Last month I went to the Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art in Kansas City to see
Even before I met my mother-in-law-to-be, I wrote her. It was shortly before Mother’s Day
As Christmas approaches every year, I worry about all the things to do — send
I’ve written before about my first experience skiing. I hated it, though I later learned
When I first decided to spend my time writing, I read everything I could on
I never knew my great-grandmother Cecelia Ryan Strachan, my maternal grandmother’s mother. In fact, Cecelia
As readers of this blog know, I was very close to my maternal grandmother, my
By WordPress’s calculations, this is my 500th post. I’ve been blogging on this site for
My husband and I recently spent time with our son and his girlfriend in New
Jane Austen died on July 18, 1817, two hundred years ago tomorrow. I first encountered
My daughter has always been a focused individual. I’ve described before her intense effort at
The short answer to why usually I ask questions at the end of my posts
My last post was a story I couldn’t tell until after my parents were gone—about
I had planned to write a family story for today’s post, but life has a
Late last winter, another couple asked my husband and me if we wanted to “go
My mother’s death brought to mind many memories for all her family members. My son
In February 1847, while the Donner party struggled to survive in the snows of the