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
The Catholic Lenten obligations prohibit eating meat on Ash Wednesday and on Fridays during Lent
A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to visit the Klondike Gold Rush National
In the fifteen months since my mother’s death, I’ve spent a lot of time wondering
I’ve written before about my grandfather’s clock—how it formed a part of my childhood, first
Since I moved to Seattle, I’ve been reading about the city’s early history, when the
I’ve mentioned before that I called my maternal grandmother Nanny Winnie. How I came to
I seem to be going to more funerals these days. Not only is the generation
The novel I’m currently writing alludes to race relations between whites and Native Americans, Hispanics,
While he was visiting recently, my son posted a series of photos on Instagram with
In my novels, starting with Now I’m Found, which was set in 1848-50, I show
My mother collected silver souvenir spoons from foreign countries. Some showed national symbols and some
Rickover was the first dog my husband and I owned together. I’ve mentioned Rickover before
I’ve written before that my children taught me many lessons about diversity as they grew
Did you get too many pears for Christmas? They are a wonderful treat this time
Babies and dogs are good listeners. Even when they aren’t paying attention, it is really
Most years about this time I get frantic over Christmas preparations. This year is particularly
My husband and I are starting to think about what to hang on the walls
I mentioned in a post a few years back that I saw the Mary Poppins