Pompeii: A Lesson in Life and Death . . . and History
Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, I was aware from a very young age of
Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, I was aware from a very young age of
In the summer of 2001, a few months before September 11, my daughter and I
I don’t use much scented lotion. I’m allergic to many floral scents, particularly roses and
As I’ve written before, I am not a fan of green peppers. In fact, I
I’m writing another book about the emigrants to Oregon in 1847 who traveled in the
I’ve always been uncomfortable in hair salons—or “beauty parlors,” as we called them when I
I mentioned in a recent post that I’m a part of Read Local Kansas City.
I’ve written before about what a picky eater I was. Cooked carrots were my worst
I grew up listening to Broadway show tunes on my father’s stereo system. Actually, not
Tomorrow marks the second anniversary of my father’s death, which happened just six months after