
What Twenty-One Years Have Changed
Twenty-one years ago, in August 2005, my family gathered to celebrate my parents’ 50th wedding

Twenty-one years ago, in August 2005, my family gathered to celebrate my parents’ 50th wedding

Today is the 175th anniversary of the Singer sewing machine. On August 12, 1851, American

Back in November 2022, I wrote about ending each journal entry by listing five (more
My father liked to cook, but my mother did not. Cooking was required of a
There is a tradition that says that when one wants to sell a house, one
I’ve been asked where the emigrants in wagon trains slept as they traveled the Oregon
I wrote a couple of months ago about how the Manhattan Project preserved the natural
This has been another bad year for bugs in the Hupp household – for them,
My 50th high school reunion was last weekend. I wasn’t able to attend, but I
On a spur-of-the-moment Fourth of July visit, my son appointed himself my assignments editor for
Last Saturday evening, four of us went to the Whiskey Warehouse in Alma, Missouri, to
In my critique group, I’m known as the Point-of-View Nazi. I try to catch when
I’ve written about my early school years. See here and here and here. By the
The news in 2021 is full of stories of political conflict. Republicans are split between

During the earlier years of this blog, in a nod to Halloween celebrations, my October
My latest novel, My Hope Secured, featured scenes of two family Christmases. One Christmas celebration
My husband and I have now been in our new home a little more than

I wrote about one road trip from hell—a 2007 trip to New Orleans for my
My first post on this blog went live in January 2012, but I didn’t start

I started my life as a writer in early 2007, so I’ve now been trying

I wrote in January 2019 about my hesitation over my husband’s Christmas gift to me