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
Ever since I have known him (46 years now), my husband has kept his magazines
I wrote a previous post about an unfortunate situation involving orange juice. There is an
I’ve mentioned before that my father was usually the photographer in our family. That means
I just spent nearly three weeks caring for my daughter who broke her leg skiing. She
In the fifteen months since my mother’s death, I’ve spent a lot of time wondering
A friend and I recently exchanged emails about cooking. Neither of us is the cook
I rarely entered science fairs as a student, but when I was in the seventh
Last September I posted about my first few weeks using Scrivener, a software program for
After 45 years in Missouri, I left many friends behind when my husband and I
In February 1847, while the Donner party struggled to survive in the snows of the
Many readers have picked up on the theme behind the titles of my historical novel
When I researched the 1840s for my Oregon Trail novels, I started with the big
One of the disadvantages I’ve found in getting older is not sleeping as well as
I’ve written before about the Woodneath Branch of the Mid-Continent Public Library and The Story
Like A Murder in Time, The Bookseller haunted me because of how the novel deals
One blessing from the current coronavirus stay-at-home order is that I have realized how little
Most of my historical posts this year have been about the Oregon Trail, because I’m
Although pioneer journals often mention “circling the wagons,” it is not at all certain that