I’ve mentioned before that I called my maternal grandmother Nanny Winnie. How I came to
The last survivor of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake died earlier this month. William Del
Most people pull out their wool sweaters and socks for warmth during winter. Not me.
Maybe this is one of those “when I was young, we had it tough” stories.
I’ve been reading Janet Burroway’s book, Writing Fiction: A Guide to Narrative Craft. I started
I retired nine years ago from my corporate job to become a writer. My husband
To my surprise, this is my 400th post, which seems worthy of mention. I last
Over the Christmas break, I went to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City
As the first anniversary of my father’s death approaches (he died on January 5, 2015),
Last week I wrote about an emergency sewing project (putting my daughter’s name on her