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
Great pictures on Adventure Dates of Ash Hollow, Windlass Hill, and Courthouse and Jail Rocks
A few days ago the topic of September 11 came up during a conversation with
A friend I’ve come to know from blogging, Jill Weatherholt, asked me to be a guest
Because of the pandemic, over the past many months my husband and I have been
I hadn’t seen this picture of my mother until I found it in an old
I’ve written about Dr. John McLaughlin in an earlier post. Although British by birth, he
I’ve been asked to participate in an Author’s Blog Chain this week, which gives me
Most people are familiar with the “buy local” movement. There’s also a trend now toward
The Kansas City Star has a column called “Snarky in the Suburbs” by Sherry Kuehl,
I wrote last year about attending the writing conference at Johnson County Library. I was
My last review of a haunting book for 2016 is of The Summer Before the War,
Now that I’m a grandmother, I find myself thinking of my mother more frequently. Though
Rickover was the first dog my husband and I owned together. I’ve mentioned Rickover before
One of the earliest books that I remember my mother reading to me was The
There’s an old nursery rhyme that attributes character traits (or fortunes—the interpretation varies) to children
My wedding anniversary is tomorrow, November 26, so for this month’s post on life during
In an earlier post, I mentioned situations where I was confronted by the fact that
When I went away to college at age seventeen, I took my mother’s college trunk