My husband was recently hospitalized for complications related to his Parkinson’s disease. I took him
I recently learned that my two most recent novels, When Heart Shall Fail and A
On January 1, I read a piece by Lauren Jackson in the New York Times’s
Please forgive me for posting another Christmas snapshot, even though we are now in a
I’ve written before that I spent the first thirty years of my life trying not
My current work-in-progress deals in part with domestic violence. The 19th century was a time
Today is our wedding anniversary, so I am remembering all the anniversaries that have come
This past weekend we buried my father-in-law. He was the first grandparent my children and
I’ve written before about rail development in Oregon and the fierce competition between the East
We don’t know what will suddenly bring a dormant memory to consciousness. For Proust, it
In my gratitude list, I mentioned the support of colleagues and mentors as something I
I rarely entered science fairs as a student, but when I was in the seventh
I wrote recently about my 8th-grade graduation in June 1999 and my parents’ absence for
In response to my last email newsletter, one reader wrote me about how her family
On New Year’s Day, I posted that my resolution for 2025 was to vote “present”
As I try to polish and publish my third historical novel over the next couple
Fifteen years ago, in July 1998, our family took a hiking vacation in Switzerland. We
I know it is un-American, but I do not like orange juice. The pulp in
Building a new house has taught me all sorts of esoteric terms. Our online construction
I’ve written before about how much I love the beach. Usually, my visits to the
By the beginning of June 1848 there were around 2,000 miners in the Sierra Nevada