
Treasured Time with Family Visitors
This past weekend, my son and his wife visited from Brooklyn, New York. They are

This past weekend, my son and his wife visited from Brooklyn, New York. They are

Last week, I had cataract surgery on my right eye. The left eye is scheduled

My father used to tell me, “It never rains in the Pacific Northwest.” That was
In the fifteen months since my mother’s death, I’ve spent a lot of time wondering
My OneDrive memories feed sends me pictures I’ve taken in prior years on that date.
The emigrants who traveled the Oregon Trail arrived in the Willamette Valley in late fall,
As I scrolled through old photographs recently, I came across pictures of my father taken
I’ve written before about my husband’s bald cypress tree. We had it chopped down last
I’ve been posting regularly (at least weekly) on this blog for a year now, and
I’ve mentioned before that I wasn’t fond of the Harry Potter books. But I read
The last time I saw my mother was in mid-June 2014—just over two years ago.
It was 34 years ago this week that my husband and I arrived in Kansas
As I wrote last month, the California Gold Rush began in late January 1848 when
My Christmas preparations are about finished—the cards are mailed, the packages wrapped, and the house

Every once in a while, I save the fortune I received in a fortune cookie
This past week, while I’ve been caring for my daughter with a broken leg, I’ve
I wrote recently about my computer travails, which required me to purchase a new desktop
One issue every writer must address is how much time to spend marketing as opposed
I hadn’t seen this picture of my mother until I found it in an old

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