I’ve written before about emigrants crossing the Missouri River at Kanesville, Iowa (now Council Bluffs).
This past week, I finished the first draft of my current work-in-progress. I began this
One of the presents I gave my three-year-old granddaughter for her sister’s birthday earlier this
My current work-in-progress has a murder in it. I won’t say any more than that
Today is a first Wednesday, which means that at 11:00am, sirens will blare. At least
I posted several years ago how I hated my mother telling me “I don’t know
This blog was on hiatus for a little longer than I expected. Followers of my
I’m in the final steps of preparing my novel, My Hope Secured, for publication. I
In our house, we use EVERYTHING. Including chicken and turkey carcasses. When we get a
As I’ve written, I am hard at work this year editing my historical novel about
Last week I wrote about marching forth, and today I’m writing about springing forward. Daylight
One change in the last six months of pandemic sheltering is that annoying errands have
As a desert-born girl, I hate the rain. I don’t like it dripping on me.
Many of the posts on this blog are about my memories. My theme, after all,
Those of you who have read my story “Competitive Yoga” in Chicken Soup for the
I’ve always been fascinated by seashells. I think it goes along with my love of
The novel I’m writing now takes place in 1864 Oregon. The Civil War was the
I’ve written earlier posts about the development of Portland, Oregon, where my work-in-progress is set.
Last week I had the opportunity to attend an artist’s talk by painter Patricia Streeper
On Sunday, November 8, I hit 30,000 words! The NaNoWriMo pace for that period is
Every so often, something happens in real life that makes a good story. There is