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
I recently got new eyeglasses. I’ve needed corrective lenses since I was eight and a
Kansas City is a driving town. Except for a few corridors, it is difficult to
My maternal grandfather’s mother, Ada Jane Lewis Hooker, died when my grandfather was still a
Last week was Pie Week, I learned on National Public Radio. Why Pie Week in
Before I married in November 1977, my mother gave me six dish towels. “Here,” she
As Christmas approaches every year, I worry about all the things to do — send
One change in the last six months of pandemic sheltering is that annoying errands have
Last year I wrote about the banana cream pie I made for my father one
I went to Middlebury College expecting to become a Political Science major. I had law
’Tis the season for putting up Christmas trees. My husband and I have not yet
Many memories are triggered by milestone anniversaries—things that happened five or ten or twenty-five years
The United States just celebrated its 245th birthday on Sunday, July 4, 2021. In recognition
Rickover was the first dog my husband and I owned together. I’ve mentioned Rickover before
One of the pictures I found when I made the slide show of my mother’s
I’ve blogged about some boring topics related to my research for my Oregon Trail and
As the saying goes, nothing is certain but death and taxes. My father-in-law died this
On August 1 and 2, I took a break from the hassles of moving to
Many family heirlooms—or future heirlooms—have sentimental value because of the stories behind them. But the