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
I spent many weeks (and even months) in Klamath Falls, Oregon, during my early childhood,
The Lake House was another book I read this past year that played with my
Last year in November I posted about my progress on NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month),
Babies and dogs are good listeners. Even when they aren’t paying attention, it is really
A few days ago the topic of September 11 came up during a conversation with
To my surprise, this is my 400th post, which seems worthy of mention. I last
I mentioned in a post several years ago that my mother had potty-trained my son
My husband was the fifth generation in his family born in Saline County, Missouri. After
This has been another bad year for bugs in the Hupp household – for them,
September 21 is World Gratitude Day, a day celebrated since 1966 when an international group
I learned recently that the first Wednesday of November (which is today, November 5, 2025)
I wrote last December of a muddled Christmas story about Super-Jesus that was told in
April 10 is National Siblings Day. Although I have written many posts about siblings—my siblings,
I’ve been stuck a few times while writing my historical novels. My characters got into
I mentioned several months ago that I had resurrected a short story I wrote in college
Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, I was aware from a very young age of
My current work-in-progress has a murder in it. I won’t say any more than that
I’ve mentioned the park walks that our retirement community sponsors every Saturday morning. These walks