
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

I’ve been through a first round of sorting most of my old photographs now, and
My son says that when he lived in New York several years ago I told
I’ve always been fascinated by seashells. I think it goes along with my love of
My husband and I have done very little traveling since the pandemic hit. Health issues
I told one story recently that I couldn’t tell until after my parents were gone.
Last year I wrote about the banana cream pie I made for my father one
In August 1979, shortly after the bar exam, my husband and I traveled to London
When I first saw the scene in the movie Home Alone where poor little Kevin
I’ve written before that I spent the first thirty years of my life trying not
This post is mostly about The Buddha in the Attic, by Julie Oksuka, which my

Unlike me, my father liked to cook. In fact, he paid part of his way
My OneDrive memories feed sends me pictures I’ve taken in prior years on that date.
My writing goal for the summer was to finish an edit of my second Oregon
As I am finishing my current novel, it dawned on me that I have not

Here we are—another year begins. I start 2025 with both hope and trepidation. Hope, because
Most years about this time I get frantic over Christmas preparations. This year is particularly
At Mass last Sunday, the second reading was from 1 John, and included 1 John

My current work-in-progress is set during the Civil War in Oregon. The Civil War was