My husband was recently hospitalized for complications related to his Parkinson’s disease. I took him
I recently learned that my two most recent novels, When Heart Shall Fail and A
On January 1, I read a piece by Lauren Jackson in the New York Times’s
I’m kicking myself, as writers often do. Actually, in every profession I’ve been in to
Here is a scene from Chapter 44 of my novel Now I’m Found, describing a
In August 1985, thirty-five years ago this month, I returned to work after my second
Earlier this month I sent the first of what I hope will be regular newsletters
I thumbed through a photo album of my son’s baby pictures, trying to think of
A lot goes on in our family in May. Our daughter’s birthday. Mother’s Day. And,
My next novel will include scenes with Winema Riddle, a Native American woman who lived
I have been to all but three states in the U.S. I still need to
My last post was a story I couldn’t tell until after my parents were gone—about
I’ve never been one to play practical jokes. And I don’t like them played on
I spent the first thirty years of my life trying not to be like my
My husband and I drove to Northwest Arkansas last weekend, just to get away from
My Gold Rush posts this year have traced the spread of the news, from the
As I’ve written before, I am not a fan of green peppers. In fact, I
I wrote recently (see here and here) about sorting my old photographs and taking them
Oregon City, now a suburb of Portland, Oregon, was one of the largest settlements in
My paternal grandmother’s chocolate fudge and divinity were part of many of my childhood Christmases,
In recognition of Women’s History Month, this post is about the beginning of the women’s