
Sedulous Writers Group: Another Requiem
Nothing is certain but death and taxes. I was going to write about taxes for

Nothing is certain but death and taxes. I was going to write about taxes for

Eleven years ago, I wrote about my birthday falling on Easter for the first time

I recently had the opportunity to visit the Burke Museum on the University of Washington
This week’s haunting book is the story of a family in turmoil. The protagonist is
My son says that when he lived in New York several years ago I told
In June 1992, the same month that my kids spent at camp in North Carolina,
When my son was about three, he went through a Batman phase that lasted several

I wrote five years ago about my first day of work for Hallmark Cards on
Great pictures on Adventure Dates of Ash Hollow, Windlass Hill, and Courthouse and Jail Rocks
As soon as I heard about it, I wanted to see the Plains Indians special
Making a living was important to pioneers on the frontier, just as it has been
My daughter chastises me for not documenting her childhood completely in her baby book. She
My last post was a story I couldn’t tell until after my parents were gone—about
I deliberately keep this blog apolitical, and this post is not meant to be political.
As I wrote in my last post about the Oregon Trail, the emigrants wanted to
As I sat in the dentist’s office a couple of weeks ago waiting for the
The novel I’m currently writing alludes to race relations between whites and Native Americans, Hispanics,
I was reminded recently of something my daughter taught me. It’s nice to have children
As I’ve written, I am hard at work this year editing my historical novel about
If you want to have an impact on people, you need to tell them a

A friend of mine recently emailed me an article from the Mayo Clinic on “popcorn