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
Tomorrow, July 4, 2024, marks the tenth anniversary of my mother’s death. As I wrote
Maybe this is one of those “when I was young, we had it tough” stories.
For someone who is a good planner, I’m finding this week a little overwhelming. As I was
I seem to be going to more funerals these days. Not only is the generation
Many memories are triggered by milestone anniversaries—things that happened five or ten or twenty-five years
Here’s a (sort of) Christmas story I’ve never posted before. I wrote it for a
I just spent nearly three weeks caring for my daughter who broke her leg skiing. She
On a recent trip to Seattle, I took some time to go to the Amazon
This picture of me and my brother was one of my mother’s favorites. It was
Sometimes when I’m stuck on my historical novels about Oregon Territory, I go out to
I have immersed myself in the nineteenth century over the last few weeks, editing my
One of the downsides of listing our house for sale has been the need to
Late last winter, another couple asked my husband and me if we wanted to “go
Over the Christmas break, I went to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City
In the past few months I’ve read several books that have continued to haunt me
My current work-in-progress is another historical novel set along the Oregon Trail, this one in
When I first decided to spend my time writing, I read everything I could on
In the pre-pandemic days, I had planned a Viking River Cruise with my siblings and