Time Is Relative: I’m One Degree of Separation from 1867
Recently I was doing more research for my current work-in-progress the is set in 1867.
Recently I was doing more research for my current work-in-progress the is set in 1867.
My husband and I have thankfully escaped getting COVID-19 so far (knock on wood), though
This wasn’t the post I intended to write today. But in the last couple of
Earlier this week, I went to a yoga class for the first time in a
I’m not good at remembering summer birthdays. Maybe it’s because there’s too much else to
Like many writers, I have a love/hate relationship with social media. Marketing gurus tell writers
My birthday was yesterday. I celebrated sedately, ordering dinner from an Italian restaurant my husband
I read recently that the 1990s trend of distressed and ripped jeans is happening again.
Twenty years ago today, March 16, 2002, I opened up a lined blank journal and
Last week I had the opportunity to attend an artist’s talk by painter Patricia Streeper