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
I wrote a couple of months ago about how the Manhattan Project preserved the natural
In February 2018, when I began writing my current novel, I speculated about what historical
Once the emigrants to Oregon survived the plains and the Rockies, they still had to
Earlier this month I sent the first of what I hope will be regular newsletters
In going through the mementos my parents kept, I’ve discovered another way in which my
After 45 years in Missouri, I left many friends behind when my husband and I
My family is an eclectic mix of Catholics, Protestants, agnostics, and skeptics. Most of the
In past years, each October I have used this blog to review books that I’ve
The second of the haunting books in my October series is The Sandcastle Girls, by
I attended the 2017 Oklahoma Writers Federation Inc. conference in Oklahoma City from May 4-6
“The only way to start is just to start – take the plunge.” With these
Writers of historical fiction look for first-hand accounts of the time to give their stories
As I wrote last week, my husband and I are dealing with his broken kneecap.
My parents had a stroller for me when I was an infant. I don’t remember
Last week I wrote about an emergency sewing project (putting my daughter’s name on her
The novel I’m currently writing alludes to race relations between whites and Native Americans, Hispanics,
The last time I saw my mother was in mid-June 2014—just over two years ago.
My daughter went to an all-girls high school. One of my favorite events of the