I’ve written earlier posts about the development of Portland, Oregon, where my work-in-progress is set.
With everything else going on, I haven’t had as much time as I’d like to
Some weeks glide by, almost without notice. Others pack a punch, pitching and tossing like
I mentioned several months ago that I had resurrected a short story I wrote in college
Here’s another list of instances when I have been struck by how independent and mature (well,
I’ve always been uncomfortable in hair salons—or “beauty parlors,” as we called them when I
Emigrants preparing for the move to Oregon had plan carefully what they would take. They
I wrote in February of this year that I didn’t know which issues in Oregon’s
I’ve mentioned NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) before—the national endeavor by authors around the world
I’ve written before about my love/hate relationship with technology. That post recently showed up on
When I was growing up, my mother regularly made pot roast because my father (a
This wasn’t the post I intended to write today. But in the last couple of
I mentioned in a post in March that I was looking for the speech I
Most people are familiar with the “buy local” movement. There’s also a trend now toward
Here is a scene from Chapter 44 of my novel Now I’m Found, describing a
My father liked to cook, but my mother did not. Cooking was required of a
In my research into the California Gold Rush, I’ve read about prospectors who struck it
On Saturday, March 2, 2019, other family members and I attended the Friends of Arrow
I’ve mentioned in earlier posts that this year my husband and I celebrate our fortieth
Although James Marshall found gold on the north fork of the American River in late
As a writer of historical fiction, one of the issues I struggle with is how