On August 1 and 2, I took a break from the hassles of moving to
“Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them!” ―from
In February 2018, when I began writing my current novel, I speculated about what historical
Last week my critique group lost a member, Norman Ledgin. Ninety-year-old Norm had been ailing
I wrote recently about my 8th-grade graduation in June 1999 and my parents’ absence for
I was surprised to get a notice from WordPress.com recently congratulating me on my 9th
I wasn’t able to go to the Oklahoma Writers Federation Inc. (OWFI) writing conference earlier
Sometimes when I’m stuck on my historical novels about Oregon Territory, I go out to
I’ve written before that I spent the first thirty years of my life trying not
As I work on my current novel, I am mired again in the vagaries of