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
Last summer I had the opportunity to chat with Gar LaSalle, who, like me, writes
Go Set a Watchman is not a sequel to Lee Harper’s To Kill a Mockingbird. I
Forsythia have always signaled spring to me. Yellow is not my favorite color, but the
Later this year my husband and I will celebrate our 35th anniversary. We started dating,
I’ve been stuck a few times while writing my historical novels. My characters got into
I feel like a curmudgeon this year because our house is one of only two
The world is a crazy place in this era of the pandemic. “Social distancing” remains
In an earlier post, I told one of my favorite stories about my husband’s role
Despite an early exposure to ironing (Santa left me an ironing board when I was
A week ago when I posted, my father was alive. He was a regular reader
Before my father passed away on January 5, I had scheduled some posts on my
It’s mid-October, and for the last couple of weeks I’ve been noticing leaves. Washington State
When the pioneers to Oregon left the settled territories for the West, they said they
Most of my historical posts this year have been about the Oregon Trail, because I’m
Most Octobers I have posted one or more reviews of “haunting books” that I’ve read
This past weekend, I finally finished Draft 2 of my work-in-progress. Because of our cross-country
The theme of this blog is “One writer’s journey through life and time.” Well, then,
During the earlier years of this blog, in a nod to Halloween celebrations, my October