My husband was recently hospitalized for complications related to his Parkinson’s disease. I took him
I recently learned that my two most recent novels, When Heart Shall Fail and A
On January 1, I read a piece by Lauren Jackson in the New York Times’s
I wanted to write about Thanksgiving in Oregon in the 1840s, but didn’t find anything
In my family growing up, the tradition was to take down the Christmas tree before
I’ve written before about the importance of old newspapers in my research for my novels
My last post was a story I couldn’t tell until after my parents were gone—about
In Lead Me Home, and again in my about-to-be-published novel Forever Mine, I make frequent
As the first anniversary of my father’s death approaches (he died on January 5, 2015),
One of the topics I’ve had to research for my work-in-progress is the mining laws
Emigrants to Oregon in the 1840s knew that if they reached Independence Rock (located in
On a chair in my guest room sit two handmade pillows with cats on them.
I remember many details about February 12, 1982, thirty-six years ago today. It was my
I remember reading Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, by Judith
As I’ve delved deeper into closets and drawers and boxes, I’ve found all sorts of
A few weeks ago I did something I’ve been wanting to do since March—I went
I’ve written many times about Pacific Grove and Carmel, California, and other venues on the
We live on a golf course, across from the women’s tee for the 11th hole.
In February 1847, while the Donner party struggled to survive in the snows of the
Last summer when I cleaned out a cupboard, I found some treasures. One treasure was
I wrote last week that I am not an outdoorsy person. Perhaps that’s because some