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
I have a love-hate relationship with dictating. I think best with a pen in my
Lawyers are supposed to tell a story when they are trying a case. Professors taught
My maternal grandmother gave me an amethyst pin many years ago. I don’t remember exactly
Shortly after I married my husband, his mother wrote out her recipe for steak soup
Last week I wrote about marching forth, and today I’m writing about springing forward. Daylight
I have family and friends who span the spectrum in their usage of social media.
I do not have many African American characters in my books, but I do include
My husband and I have now been in our new home a little more than
This past weekend we buried my father-in-law. He was the first grandparent my children and
Here’s another list of instances when I have been struck by how independent and mature (well,
I posted last year about Abigail Duniway, a historical figure I found while researching Safe
I’ve never been a bird watcher. I don’t really care about counting the number of
I feel like a curmudgeon this year because our house is one of only two
Last week I attended my first Historical Novel Society conference. I’ve been to other writing
I’ve mentioned before that I spent two of my birthdays at Cannon Beach, Oregon—my 12th
I’ve written before that my ancestor, Cyrenus Hooker, was the first person murdered in Polk
As I review my novel about the California Gold Rush with my writing critique partners,
I envied my children as they were growing up—they were close with two of their