
July 1851: A Month That Changed the Denny Party’s Future
By late July 1851, the Denny Party had been on the Oregon Trail for more

By late July 1851, the Denny Party had been on the Oregon Trail for more

It’s been a couple of months since I wrote about my work-in-progress. The good news

Last Saturday was our nation’s 250th birthday. Along with many other people, I’ve been thinking
The house we moved into when I was six and a half, in October 1962,
As I wrote in my last post about the Oregon Trail, the emigrants wanted to
My mother’s death brought to mind many memories for all her family members. My son
My husband and I recently spent time with our son and his girlfriend in New
I’ve written before about the two times I broke my left foot (see here and

I saw a post recently titled “The Timeless Writing Struggle: Ego vs. Humility” by Karen
Although I have a lot of editing to do on my current work-in-progress (the sixth
I wrote today’s post before the tragic events at Sandy Hook Elementary School last Friday.
Our pastor asked us all to wear red for Pentecost, which was Sunday, June 8,
I envied my children as they were growing up—they were close with two of their

My son, my first child, turns forty in a few days. It certainly does not
When our youngest sibling (a boy) was born, my ten-year-old brother announced in awe, “When
Once Oregon City was a thriving town at the end of the Oregon Trail, the
Go Set a Watchman is not a sequel to Lee Harper’s To Kill a Mockingbird. I
I deliberately keep this blog apolitical, and this post is not meant to be political.
The second of the haunting books in my October series is The Sandcastle Girls, by
I don’t know how I became the pumpkin carver in our family. My husband and
In these days of the coronavirus, every cough and every ache or pain makes us