
Living Between Two Worlds: One Cataract Gone
Last week, I had cataract surgery on my right eye. The left eye is scheduled

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

I’ve written before about emigrants crossing the Missouri River at Kanesville, Iowa (now Council Bluffs).
This past weekend we buried my father-in-law. He was the first grandparent my children and
I’ve written before (see here and here) about Jesse Applegate, who was part of the
Like A Murder in Time, The Bookseller haunted me because of how the novel deals
One of the prime selling points of the Baltic Sea cruise for me was the
I deliberately try to keep this blog apolitical. Yet, the theme of this blog is
I wrote last time about Marshall, Missouri. Marshall does have one claim to fame—it was

One of my favorite dogs ever has died—my daughter’s dog Langley. Langley has been a

I’ve written before about the journal I have kept for the past twenty years. About

One change in the last six months of pandemic sheltering is that annoying errands have

A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to visit the Klondike Gold Rush National
As I’ve delved deeper into closets and drawers and boxes, I’ve found all sorts of
After thirty-four years in our current home, my husband and I have started looking for
Every so often I thumb through one of my boxes of old photographs. This time
In 1971, when I was fifteen, I went on a People to People High School
I’ve been posting regularly (at least weekly) on this blog for a year now, and
I’m turning now from haunting books that deal with violence and man’s inhumanity to man
My father and I took a day last week to go to Lake Crescent in the
My husband and I recently spent time with our son and his girlfriend in New