The Great Arrow

On family road trips as a child, my mind would be a hundred years away as I contemplated what it was like to be rattling over the sagebrush in a covered wagon. Once, in a rare moment with my grandmother, she told me that she rode from Missouri to South Dakota in a...
Good Things Come in Three’s!

Good Things Come in Three’s!

  Good Things Come in 3’s!   No one ever really thinks that life imitates art… until it happens to them. I created a character in my novel, Emma, who is the mother of seven sons. The inspiration for Emma came from my own lineage of amazing, strong,...

Please Pass the Paraffin… or Not!

As my husband and I chatted over his Father’s Day breakfast, he shared happy childhood memories of long-ago breakfasts with his grandmothers and of the meals of wild game and home grown vegetables his grandfather had provided. Food – and the preparation of food, is an...

Mutton, Mutton, Whose Got the Mutton?

I’m a history geek. I admit it. I just can’t seem to help myself. So when my husband and I stumbled upon a museum that had recreated an entire town, we couldn’t resist. Actually, I couldn’t resist – and my husband is a really patient man. Museum of the Mountain West,...

Oh Happy Day – Or Blue Monday?

When I was a little girl, we had a full set of embroidered tea towels. This was B.D. (Before Dishwashers.) And we had chores – which included washing the dishes after dinner. Since my sister was four years older and had significantly superior fine motor skills, she...