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
As soon as I heard about it, I wanted to see the Plains Indians special
Thirty-five years ago, in the summer of 1979, my husband and I moved to Kansas
This past weekend I traveled through southwestern Missouri and northwestern Arkansas, visiting places of historical
As I wrote recently, spring came earlier to Washington State this year than to Missouri.
Last year I wrote about the banana cream pie I made for my father one
There are disadvantages to being the oldest child. Although the theory is that oldest children
I’ve written before about rail development in Oregon and the fierce competition between the East
It seems that in over five years of writing this blog, I have never written
Those of you who follow me on Facebook might know that on June 20 I
It’s been over a year since I posted on this topic. In this time of
My husband and I recently returned from a trip to South Dakota. I’d never been
I’ve had a really hard time making progress on the first draft of my current
I’ve written many times about photographs taken from my childhood or from my children’s childhood.
Readers liked my gooseberry pie post, so here’s another tale about a summer pie –
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, by Cheryl Strayed, is the
By mid-August the emigrants traveling the Oregon Trail in the 1840s had passed Fort Hall.
Every once in a while, I go back through old journal volumes to see where
There is one issue that I continue to debate with my husband of almost forty