My current work-in-progress is another historical novel set along the Oregon Trail, this one in
Spring is supposed to be the season when the weather turns milder—when the frigid temperatures
Last week I wrote about marching forth, and today I’m writing about springing forward. Daylight
Christmas 1978 was the first Christmas I spent away from my parents’ home. My husband
I’ve had a really hard time making progress on the first draft of my current
As autumn approaches each year, I think about soup. I will eat soup any time
Sometimes, I link to posts from this blog in my monthly newsletter. And sometimes, I
My new website, https://www.theresahuppauthor.com, has been live for a few weeks now. Regular readers might
I’ve described before some of the problems I’ve faced because my parents decided to call
I often try to post about family members when their birthdays come around. Well, today
Many memories are triggered by milestone anniversaries—things that happened five or ten or twenty-five years
Throughout my first-grade year, I felt exposed. As I’ve written, I was a superstar
Throughout 1848, fortune-seekers streamed into California, even though the U.S. government had not yet acknowledged
Today, April 25, 2018, would have been my father’s 85th birthday. (He was 52 days
I’ve been through a first round of sorting most of my old photographs now, and
Last Friday was our first Independence Day in Seattle. The staff at our retirement community
Today, October 4, is my husband’s birthday. I searched through my post archives and found
As winter approaches each year, I cringe. Will my family want to go skiing? It’s
One day during my recent visit to New York, my friend and I walked through
As I write this, I am visiting family in Washington State, not too far from