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
One thing that surprises me as I research the settlement of the American West is
When my parents lived in Bellevue, Washington, in the 1980s, they owned a small cabin
As I looked through the photographs my father digitized, I came across this picture of
I recently returned from another visit to see family on the Olympic Peninsula. It’s a
This past weekend, I finally finished Draft 2 of my work-in-progress. Because of our cross-country
I am writing this post just a few hours after I dropped my daughter and
In these days of the coronavirus, every cough and every ache or pain makes us
I mentioned in an earlier post that I wrestled with whether to set my Oregon
I had a boss once who always knew what percent of the year had already
I’ve written before about the importance of old newspapers in my research for my novels
Many readers have picked up on the theme behind the titles of my historical novel
As I announced last week to subscribers to my newsletter, Forever Mine is now available—just
I’ve written before about the idyllic summers I spent during my teenage years on Coeur
As I’ve written before, my husband recently spent 30 days in the hospital. This was
I’ve learned most of my history through historical fiction. Not all, but most of it.
Almost exactly ten years ago, in late September 2005, I attended a three-day diversity training
“Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them!” ―from
There are disadvantages to being the oldest child. Although the theory is that oldest children