This past weekend, I finally finished Draft 2 of my work-in-progress. Because of our cross-country
Now that my husband and I are functional in our new apartment (though not entirely
This blog was on hiatus for a little longer than I expected. Followers of my
I’ve been meaning to write the story of how I came to pierce my ears,
There are two landmarks in Kansas City named after city benefactors Ewing and Muriel Kauffman.
For the Fourth of July when I was seven, someone gave my brother (who was
I’ve written before about my dentophobia. Unfortunately, I’ve had more dental problems recently. My upper
It’s been several years since I posted about how I sometimes procrastinate when I should
I’ve written before about the time that Santa came to visit my brother and me
I first became aware of gender differences when I was about six or seven. I
Here’s another list of instances when I have been struck by how independent and mature (well,
I mentioned in a post several years ago that my mother had potty-trained my son
I never knew my great-grandmother Cecelia Ryan Strachan, my maternal grandmother’s mother. In fact, Cecelia
Did you see the story last week about tumbleweeds taking over the town of Clovis,
I started my life as a writer in early 2007, so I’ve now been trying
’Tis the season for putting up Christmas trees. My husband and I have not yet
I’m trying to find business interests for one of my characters in my next Oregon
When I first began writing, I read lots of books on writing—many on the techniques
Today is Labor Day, the traditional last day of summer vacation. Though in recent years,
Before my maternal grandfather, a taciturn businessman from Oregon, married my grandmother, he allegedly told
I always assumed I would walk down the aisle at my wedding to the strains