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
Now that we know where most of our boxes are after our recent move, I
I’ve written before about my first doll. I’ve written about my mother’s Storybook Bride doll
It’s mid-October, and for the last couple of weeks I’ve been noticing leaves. Washington State
My niece, a second-grader in a Seattle suburb, assigned me homework. She wanted me to
My current work-in-progress has a murder in it. I won’t say any more than that
Kansas City is home to the National World War I Museum and Memorial, which is,
I’ve written several posts about my grandfather’s clock, which my parents kept for many years
It’s almost here! My novel, Lead Me Home, will be out later this fall. For
Shortly before Christmas, a friend and I met at the Nelson Atkins Museum for lunch
Here we are—another year begins. I start 2025 with both hope and trepidation. Hope, because
I only spent one Christmas at my maternal grandparents’ home in Pacific Grove, California. That
I’ve written before about our family’s trips to the Absaroka Ranch in Wyoming, where we
I received Plume, a book of poems by Kathleen Flenniken, from my daughter, who bought
The house we moved into when I was six and a half, in October 1962,
Some weeks glide by, almost without notice. Others pack a punch, pitching and tossing like
This random photo was taken in December 1986, when our family visited my parents for
I read recently that the 1990s trend of distressed and ripped jeans is happening again.
I left Kansas City in mid-March for a two-week trip to Washington State. It was