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Sedulous Writers Group: Another Requiem
Nothing is certain but death and taxes. I was going to write about taxes for
April 15, 2026
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Nothing is certain but death and taxes. I was going to write about taxes for
Eleven years ago, I wrote about my birthday falling on Easter for the first time
I recently had the opportunity to visit the Burke Museum on the University of Washington
Last Saturday evening, four of us went to the Whiskey Warehouse in Alma, Missouri, to
Every so often I thumb through one of my boxes of old photographs. This time
My son, my first child, turns forty in a few days. It certainly does not
I recently returned from my first out-of-state trip since the pandemic began. Actually, it was
I’ve written before about the Great Migration of 1843—the first large wagon train along the
My husband-to-be and I started dating about a month before my twenty-first birthday. We were
Recently, a relative sent my husband a picture of his high school graduation day. I’d
My website is now seven and a half years old, and the blog posts date
As I continue to research and edit my work-in-progress about the early years of the
Unlike me, my father liked to cook. In fact, he paid part of his way
As autumn approaches each year, I think about soup. I will eat soup any time
As a desert-born girl, I hate the rain. I don’t like it dripping on me.
My father died five years ago yesterday, on January 5, 2015. His death was sudden—I’d
I’ve written on this topic several times in the past, but in recent months I’ve
When autumn came to 1848, San Francisco was already a boom town and coping with
I am the latest of a long line of Catholic women who married Protestant men.
My Christmas preparations are about finished—the cards are mailed, the packages wrapped, and the house
I wrote a couple of months ago about how the Manhattan Project preserved the natural