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
I wrote on July 15 about the Oregon emigrants’ experience sight-seeing at Ice Slough in
One of the downsides of listing our house for sale has been the need to
I wrote recently about setting up my new laptop. One of the first things I
I’ve spent a fair amount of time in October away from home visiting relatives. The
My father died five years ago yesterday, on January 5, 2015. His death was sudden—I’d
I read the newspaper differently now because I write historical fiction. Articles that I once would
I wrote in early February that I was eagerly awaiting my COVID-19 vaccine, but at
This coming Sunday, September 13, is Grandparents Day. I was searching for a topic involving
My Christmas preparations are about finished—the cards are mailed, the packages wrapped, and the house
I recently got new eyeglasses. I’ve needed corrective lenses since I was eight and a
By mid-May, the emigrants to Oregon in the 1840s had settled into a routine. They
Sometimes you just have to whine. Or rant. I’m doing some of both today. For
The time has come again for me to focus on technology. It seems every three
I’ve written several posts in the past about my children as adults. The last such
In addition to putting the finishing touches on Forever Mine this month, I have also
I’ve written before about my dislike of beauty parlors, which dates back to early childhood.
I recently reread my journal from December 2002, trying to find the exact dates we’d