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’ve mentioned before that I wasn’t fond of the Harry Potter books. But I read
Tomorrow marks the second anniversary of my father’s death, which happened just six months after
When autumn came to 1848, San Francisco was already a boom town and coping with
I’ve been stuck a few times while writing my historical novels. My characters got into
Last summer when I cleaned out a cupboard, I found some treasures. One treasure was
Among the books I found when I cleaned out my bookcase recently was a two-volume set
I mentioned my pint-sized rocking chair in a recent post. I received the rocker for
My mother collected silver souvenir spoons from foreign countries. Some showed national symbols and some
I wrote last week about getting Covid after four years of apparently avoiding it. Unfortunately,
I’ve blogged about some boring topics related to my research for my Oregon Trail and
My birthday was yesterday. I celebrated sedately, ordering dinner from an Italian restaurant my husband
Recently, a relative sent my husband a picture of his high school graduation day. I’d
I’ve written before about my dislike of beauty parlors, which dates back to early childhood.
Babies and dogs are good listeners. Even when they aren’t paying attention, it is really
One scent that brings my childhood to mind is that of Vicks VapoRub. When I
After the Cannon Beach portion of my recent trip west, my husband and I spent
In my January 3 post, I mentioned the possibility that life would throw more roadblocks
One of the problems I’ve had to deal with in my soon-to-be-published novel, Now I’m