
Adapting to a New Normal
As I’ve written before, my husband recently spent 30 days in the hospital. This was

As I’ve written before, my husband recently spent 30 days in the hospital. This was

Several weeks ago, my older granddaughter announced to me, with grammatical precision if not ideal

Since I moved to Seattle, I’ve been reading about the city’s early history, when the

Last Friday was our first Independence Day in Seattle. The staff at our retirement community
Last Friday, March 24, I was a guest on Wayne Turmel’s blog. He introduced his
When my parents lived in Bellevue, Washington, in the 1980s, they owned a small cabin
My parents were married in June 1955, after about seven years of dating—they’d met as
As a writer of historical fiction, one of the issues I struggle with is how
I wrote earlier this year (see here and here) about the problems that the United
Christmas 1978 was the first Christmas I spent away from my parents’ home. My husband
I’ve written before about the time that Santa came to visit my brother and me
I thumbed through a photo album of my son’s baby pictures, trying to think of

Because of the pandemic, over the past many months my husband and I have been

Oregon City, now a suburb of Portland, Oregon, was one of the largest settlements in
I learned recently that May is National Photo Month. Photographs are easier than ever to
I wrote a few months ago that I started taking piano lessons again, after a
I keep finding new topics that I need to research as I write my historical
Through our forty-plus years in Kansas City, my husband and I have taken several vacations
After helping me clean out my parents’ house after my father died, my husband got

It’s all over but the fireworks. The presents are opened. The menorah is put away.