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
My grandmother’s red-lacquered nails clicked lightly on the keys as she played the piano. She
The house we moved into when I was six and a half, in October 1962,
My Gold Rush posts this year have traced the spread of the news, from the
The Willamette Valley is wet. That’s what I remember most about the winters when we
This blog was on hiatus for a little longer than I expected. Followers of my
I’ve known since I began writing this blog that there were stories I couldn’t (or
One of the places that my husband, mother-in-law, and I visited in California in June
After every natural disaster, as people pick through the remains of their homes, we hear
Last month I wrote about reopenings. Those have continued apace, and my life is slowly
My current work-in-progress is set during the Civil War in Oregon. The Civil War was
National Siblings Day was a few days ago on April 10. I looked for a
I saw a post recently titled “The Timeless Writing Struggle: Ego vs. Humility” by Karen
I’m not good at remembering summer birthdays. Maybe it’s because there’s too much else to
I’ve written before about the wonderful libraries in the Kansas City area, including the Kansas
My husband and I will celebrate our thirty-ninth wedding anniversary soon. We were married just
A month or two ago I was working on the cover for my novel about
A few weeks ago my husband decided to give away all his unused audio equipment
There is nothing connecting the two topics of this post—Pi Day and deliberately bad acting—except