My current work-in-progress is another historical novel set along the Oregon Trail, this one in
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
If you want to know what it’s like to live with someone with Alzheimer’s Disease,
The house we moved into when I was six and a half, in October 1962,
Here in the Midwest, we are experiencing serious flooding this spring. St. Joseph, Missouri, one
A few weeks ago my husband decided to give away all his unused audio equipment
I’ve written before that I spent the first thirty years of my life trying not
Last week I shoveled our driveway and walks three times in one week. Kansas City’s
Now that my husband and I are functional in our new apartment (though not entirely
I have hit the tenth anniversary of this blog. My first post was on January
The sequel to Lead Me Home takes place during the California Gold Rush and the
Earlier this month I had a day by myself in Topeka, which is just over
My mother collected silver souvenir spoons from foreign countries. Some showed national symbols and some
I wrote a poem several years back about my mother’s hands. Here it is: Heredity
Many years ago, my department at work took the Gallup StrengthsFinder survey to find out
My father liked to cook, but my mother did not. Cooking was required of a
In the last four months I have replaced two computers and an e-reader. All with
In addition to our 35th wedding anniversary, I have another 35th this year – thirty-five
My father recently made a huge road trip through the Western United States. One of
Sunday morning the electricity went out in our house. It seems to happen more and more frequently.