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
Did you see the story last week about tumbleweeds taking over the town of Clovis,
When I was cleaning out my parents’ house last spring, I found an old doll.
I’ve written before about how much I love the beach. Usually, my visits to the
Ten years ago, in the summer of 2007, my daughter and I went to Copenhagen
A few months ago I read that eating farro was healthy. I’d never heard of
Christmas 1978 was the first Christmas I spent away from my parents’ home. My husband
Join the nation in a moment of silence at 3:00pm on Memorial Day to remember
Last weekend, I was able to attend the virtual version of the Historical Novel Society
One of the biggest reasons my husband and I chose to move to Seattle was
As readers of this blog know, I was very close to my maternal grandmother, my
Not long ago, my husband and I decided we needed a break in our routine,
I had a boss once who always knew what percent of the year had already
At Mass last Sunday, the second reading was from 1 John, and included 1 John
One of the things I found as I went through my parents’ memorabilia recently was
One of the things I love about winter is peppermint ice cream. I’m not a
Before my maternal grandfather, a taciturn businessman from Oregon, married my grandmother, he allegedly told
I submitted a rough draft of a scene to my critique group last week about
My latest published novel, Safe Thus Far, was a finalist for the 2022 Thorpe Menn