
Living Between Two Worlds: One Cataract Gone
Last week, I had cataract surgery on my right eye. The left eye is scheduled

Last week, I had cataract surgery on my right eye. The left eye is scheduled

My father used to tell me, “It never rains in the Pacific Northwest.” That was

I’ve written before about emigrants crossing the Missouri River at Kanesville, Iowa (now Council Bluffs).

This time of year, mysteries abound. A Virgin birth. Angels and magi. A fat guy
Before my maternal grandfather, a taciturn businessman from Oregon, married my grandmother, he allegedly told
I’ve written about my early school years. See here and here and here. By the
I’ve learned most of my history through historical fiction. Not all, but most of it.
The last book in my October series of haunting books is Turn of Mind, by
A few years after we moved to Kansas City, my husband bought a sailing canoe.
The trees have been gorgeous this autumn in Kansas City. I can’t say it’s been
My daughter came home for her birthday last week, and it was a delight to
Writers of historical fiction look for first-hand accounts of the time to give their stories
Today, November 21, 2018, is Stuffing Day. So it is appropriate to write about Thanksgiving

I’ll begin this post with a shout-out to M.K. Tod, who writes a wonderful blog

I’ve always been amazed by this photograph of the gifts I received on my first

This December thus far has brought us a lot of Seattle gray. A lot of
My husband and I recently began having cell phone problems. My phone was almost three
I was fortunate to spend several days at Cannon Beach, Oregon, in late July. We

It’s mid-October, and for the last couple of weeks I’ve been noticing leaves. Washington State
In our decluttering plan, I assigned my husband to clean the basement. Most of the
In 1971, when I was fifteen, I went on a People to People High School