
A Morning of Unexpected Discoveries
Last Saturday I woke up to a lovely view from our apartment of the Olympic

Last Saturday I woke up to a lovely view from our apartment of the Olympic

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
I’ve done a fair amount of sightseeing in Seattle, but I’d never been to the
This week’s haunting book is a novel about a privileged Englishwoman, Ursula Todd, born in
Last September I posted about my first few weeks using Scrivener, a software program for
In the summer of 2015, when my sister and I went through family memorabilia from
My husband and I were just in Southern California and spent most of our time
By mid-June, the emigrants traveling the Oregon Trail in the 1840s had trekked 650 miles
By WordPress’s calculations, this is my 500th post. I’ve been blogging on this site for
On Tuesday, September 3, 1963, fifty-five years ago today, I started third grade. The first

On January 1, I read a piece by Lauren Jackson in the New York Times’s

I had to make some hard decisions when we moved last fall. I had several
For the Fourth of July when I was seven, someone gave my brother (who was
The emigrants who traveled the Oregon Trail arrived in the Willamette Valley in late fall,
One of the things I found as I went through my parents’ memorabilia recently was
This Saturday, March 4, 2017, marks the 40th anniversary of the first date my husband
Forgive me one more birthday story. After this post, I’ll move on with my year.

In response to my last email newsletter, one reader wrote me about how her family
As my children were growing up, I told them frequently, “You have to make choices
Today would have been my mother’s 82nd birthday. One of my most popular posts on