I’ve written earlier posts about the development of Portland, Oregon, where my work-in-progress is set.
With everything else going on, I haven’t had as much time as I’d like to
Some weeks glide by, almost without notice. Others pack a punch, pitching and tossing like
I wrote last year about attending the virtual conference sponsored by the Historical Novel Society
My daughter is visiting at the moment, and she brought her dog Langley. I am
I’ve written before about spring vacations our family took when our kids were small—how I
The first President I could name was John F. Kennedy. President Eisenhower was in office
I’ve been stuck a few times while writing my historical novels. My characters got into
Over the past many months, one thing I have not written about was my soon-to-be
I wrote earlier this year (see here and here) about the problems that the United
I’ve written before about my grandfather’s clock—how it formed a part of my childhood, first
Many years ago, my work group and I took the Gallup StrengthFinders survey. The theory
I think it is human nature that we try to make sense of our world,
In my critique group, I’m known as the Point-of-View Nazi. I try to catch when
I’m not sure this is something to be proud of, but I believe our family
After the Cannon Beach portion of my recent trip west, my husband and I spent
My son, my first child, turns forty in a few days. It certainly does not
It seems appropriate that on this Labor Day I am updating you on my most
Fireflies don’t live in the western United States, and I never encountered them growing up
My husband has always been a student of military and naval history. He spouts off
There’s an old nursery rhyme that attributes character traits (or fortunes—the interpretation varies) to children