
Treasured Time with Family Visitors
This past weekend, my son and his wife visited from Brooklyn, New York. They are

This past weekend, my son and his wife visited from Brooklyn, New York. They are

Last week, I had cataract surgery on my right eye. The left eye is scheduled

My father used to tell me, “It never rains in the Pacific Northwest.” That was
One of our family’s go-to recipes is what we call “the squash dish.” I don’t
In recognition of Black History Month, this last post in February is about two experiences
There’s been a lot in the news in recent years about infrastructure. Which projects are
I decided to write about the Oregon Trail in part because the concept of leaving
My father’s mother gave me a pearl necklace many years ago. I think the occasion
My maternal grandmother was always happy. At least that’s how I remember her. Her birthday
I’ve mentioned before that I can’t remember not knowing how to read. I learned to
One of the issues I have dealt with in my novel about the California Gold
On a spur-of-the-moment Fourth of July visit, my son appointed himself my assignments editor for
After thirty-four years in our current home, my husband and I have started looking for

Last Sunday morning I saw six deer on the fairway behind our house. They were
A few weeks ago I did something I’ve been wanting to do since March—I went
I deliberately keep this blog away from politics. I’m told that writing about a hot-button
As a desert-born girl, I hate the rain. I don’t like it dripping on me.
Tomorrow would have been my father’s 86th birthday, so I have been thinking about him.
After I published Now I’m Found in late September 2016, I found myself at loose
I’m turning now from haunting books that deal with violence and man’s inhumanity to man
I’ve been asked to participate in an Author’s Blog Chain this week, which gives me