I do not have many African American characters in my books, but I do include
Today is Ash Wednesday, but although I am Catholic, I will not be getting ashes
As I’ve written before, my husband recently spent 30 days in the hospital. This was
One of my favorite oases in Kansas City is the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. I go
July 24 is Amelia Earhart Day. The news recently has been full of speculation about
Since 2009, Hallmark Cards has held an annual art festival outside its headquarters facility in
I’ve always been uncomfortable in hair salons—or “beauty parlors,” as we called them when I
I’ve written before about my grandfather’s clock—how it formed a part of my childhood, first
On a chair in my guest room sit two handmade pillows with cats on them.
Tomorrow marks the second anniversary of my father’s death, which happened just six months after
Rickover was the first dog my husband and I owned together. I’ve mentioned Rickover before
I wrote on Monday about the tragedies of Alzheimer’s, which are real and heart-wrenching. But
I have hit the tenth anniversary of this blog. My first post was on January
Last week I had the opportunity to attend an artist’s talk by painter Patricia Streeper
I’m preparing to give a presentation for The Story Center, which is part of the
This post is mostly about The Buddha in the Attic, by Julie Oksuka, which my
My husband took up rowing after our daughter joined the crew team at Georgetown University.
A few years after we moved to Kansas City, my husband bought a sailing canoe.
By mid-August the emigrants traveling the Oregon Trail in the 1840s had passed Fort Hall.
I never knew my great-grandmother Cecelia Ryan Strachan, my maternal grandmother’s mother. In fact, Cecelia
When I was born, my parents owned a dog named Punky. I’ve seen pictures of