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
In this post I reveal my curmudgeonly nature. Today, August 26, is Dog Day. I
I wrote recently about my own experience learning to drive. I don’t remember that being
Although I prefer the ocean, I enjoy being in the mountains, too. Mountains show us
A few weeks ago, my husband and I were driving through Saline County in the
I remember reading Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, by Judith
On August 1 and 2, I took a break from the hassles of moving to
Not long ago, my husband and I decided we needed a break in our routine,
As I looked through the photographs my father digitized, I came across this picture of
Perhaps it seems odd that I just announced the publication of my last novel, My
Great pictures on Adventure Dates of Ash Hollow, Windlass Hill, and Courthouse and Jail Rocks
I wrote two years ago about going to see Santa Claus at Lloyd Center in
I’ve written several posts about my grandfather’s clock, which my parents kept for many years
I’ve spent most of my Thanksgivings since 1979 with my in-laws, and most of those
I’m rushing this post a bit, because we didn’t move into our new home until
Many authors these days have very strange browsing histories. Writers of thrillers have to research
Here’s a link to my January 1, 2018, newsletter. I send this out monthly with
I’ve read several articles and editorials in recent months about the demise of local newspapers.
Last week I had the opportunity to attend an artist’s talk by painter Patricia Streeper