
Sedulous Writers Group: Another Requiem
Nothing is certain but death and taxes. I was going to write about taxes for

Nothing is certain but death and taxes. I was going to write about taxes for

Eleven years ago, I wrote about my birthday falling on Easter for the first time

I recently had the opportunity to visit the Burke Museum on the University of Washington
I’ve always been uncomfortable in hair salons—or “beauty parlors,” as we called them when I
My husband and I drove to Northwest Arkansas last weekend, just to get away from
One of the story lines in the novel I am working on now involves a
I spent this past weekend (May 1-3) at the Oklahoma Writers’ Federation, Inc., conference in

A friend of mine recently emailed me an article from the Mayo Clinic on “popcorn
Today, December 6, is St. Nicholas Day, a feast day honoring St. Nicholas, a 4th-century
After I whined in a recent post about skiing, I now must report that I
I’ve written before that I am a lot like my mother. But I developed my
My husband and I have now been in our new home a little more than

In addition to putting the finishing touches on Forever Mine this month, I have also
On Mother’s Day, when he was eleven or twelve, my son gave me a pair
I keep two fortune cookie messages on my desk. They were in cookies I got

In my birth family, Santa Claus brought presents to children through their high school years,

A couple of weeks ago a friend told me about her family’s experience setting up
I wrote a post last year about the difficulties of mail service during the California
My siblings and I spent much of our holiday vacations playing games. No one in
Here’s a (sort of) Christmas story I’ve never posted before. I wrote it for a
Late last winter, another couple asked my husband and me if we wanted to “go