A quick Q + A with a Medford, Oregon book club, ade up of a group of sweet, older readers that usually gathers to chat about the latest...

I wrote "this ash" as I watched ash fall over our valley, leaving the last remnants of what the McKinney Fire had destroyed forty miles...

The first office space I ever “declared” was an unused room tucked down a short, weird hall in the first home I bought with my husband....

I had planned to work on an entry about the evolution (more like de-evolution) of my office space since my writing career began, but...

The night before I learned that my literary agent was leaving the agency, I dreamed of waves. Towering frothy gray swells that were...

Something in my brain has made me feel like I can't start a blog until I start something new. That it should capture a journey - the ship...