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
In December 2017, a writer friend of mine asked me what my 2018 goals were.
On Tuesday, September 3, 1963, fifty-five years ago today, I started third grade. The first
The Missouri Writers Guild annual conference hasn’t been in Kansas City for a number of
One of the earliest books that I remember my mother reading to me was The
I’m not sure this is something to be proud of, but I believe our family
Every so often, something happens in real life that makes a good story. There is
Forgive me one more birthday story. After this post, I’ll move on with my year.
As I research my next historical novel set in 19th Century Oregon, one issue I
The Coca-Cola Company has an advertising campaign underway using the slogan “Share a Coke with
As I looked through the photographs my father digitized, I came across this picture of
I posted several years ago how I hated my mother telling me “I don’t know
As I look back on my childrearing years, one of the things I’m glad I
Occasionally on this blog, I have posted some of my favorite recipes. Readers will intuit
My son came to visit recently, and while he was here, an old family debate
Oregon City, now a suburb of Portland, Oregon, was one of the largest settlements in
I don’t usually write about science, because I don’t know much about it. I haven’t
In my January 3 post, I mentioned the possibility that life would throw more roadblocks
I was a valedictorian in my high school class. There were six of us with