
Spring? Winter? Who knows? It’s March
Spring is supposed to be the season when the weather turns milder—when the frigid temperatures

Spring is supposed to be the season when the weather turns milder—when the frigid temperatures

Last week I wrote about marching forth, and today I’m writing about springing forward. Daylight

I’ve written before about my first date with my husband. Today, March 4, is the
Last Saturday evening I took a walk after dinner. I had intended to stay on
I received Plume, a book of poems by Kathleen Flenniken, from my daughter, who bought
This week I have a guest post on Write Brain Trust that discusses how I formatted
Perhaps I should have saved this topic for mid-July—thirty-six years after it happened. But since
I’m rushing this post a bit, because we didn’t move into our new home until
I have discovered one drawback to having my office in the basement of our new
In my monthly newsletter, I usually update readers on the status of my work-in-progress, but

I wrote recently about my son’s bout with chickenpox in January 1986. Well, as I
The spiders are back already. After a mild winter and a hot spring and start

I never knew my great-grandmother Cecelia Ryan Strachan, my maternal grandmother’s mother. In fact, Cecelia
I don’t remember too much about Independence Day celebrations when I was a kid. I’ve
After I published Now I’m Found in late September 2016, I found myself at loose
There was a story on National Public Radio’s Morning Edition show on July 16, 2013,
I have set up a Google Alert for references to “Oregon Trail.” Every week in
On a recent trip to Seattle, I took some time to go to the Amazon
In February 1847, while the Donner party struggled to survive in the snows of the
I didn’t know my grandfathers as well as my grandmothers. Maybe it’s natural for a
Kansas City is home to the National World War I Museum and Memorial, which is,