
Adapting to a New Normal
As I’ve written before, my husband recently spent 30 days in the hospital. This was

As I’ve written before, my husband recently spent 30 days in the hospital. This was

Several weeks ago, my older granddaughter announced to me, with grammatical precision if not ideal

Since I moved to Seattle, I’ve been reading about the city’s early history, when the

As I’ve written before, my husband recently spent 30 days in the hospital. This was
My son and I were reminiscing about his childhood recently, and we got on the

Now that I’m a grandmother, I find myself thinking of my mother more frequently. Though
I’ve written before about the family hike we took in Switzerland in 1998 when my
When the pioneers reached Oregon, they found abundant old-growth forests with timber that had never
One of my challenges in writing about the 19th century has been trying to determine

I have hit the tenth anniversary of this blog. My first post was on January
One morning last week as I wrote in my journal, I grumbled about the Midwestern

The fictional family in my work-in-progress lives in a large house in Portland, Oregon. They

After 45 years in Missouri, I left many friends behind when my husband and I
On Saturday, March 2, 2019, other family members and I attended the Friends of Arrow

My new work-in-progress takes place in 1851. It is another story of emigrants traveling from
I know it is un-American, but I do not like orange juice. The pulp in
My husband and I recently returned from a trip to South Dakota. I’d never been

Last Sunday morning I saw six deer on the fairway behind our house. They were
Only my father-in-law and I were at my in-laws’ house late on Christmas Eve 1984.

Sometimes you just have to whine. Or rant. I’m doing some of both today. For
On a recent trip to Seattle, I took some time to go to the Amazon