Challenges
A Christmas Week Fire
A roaring fire consumed our isolated house on Dec. 21, 1972, and caused my most memorable—if not exactly my favorite—Christmas. Awakened in the night by the barking of our dog, my husband Bob and I Read more…
A roaring fire consumed our isolated house on Dec. 21, 1972, and caused my most memorable—if not exactly my favorite—Christmas. Awakened in the night by the barking of our dog, my husband Bob and I Read more…
Born on the border between Oregon and Washington, I’m proud to be a Northwest writer. The English language has fascinated me since I first deciphered “milk” on a carton. Once I realized that learning to Read more…
The peaceful green rows of my raspberry patch today stand in stark contrast to my memories of the raspberry fields of my youth. Back then, raspberries were much more to me than just fruit; they Read more…
Called ahead for a B&B in Sligo. Our first choice couldn’t take us because they had a wedding scheduled, so we’ll cross our fingers that our second choice, which could take us, will be of Read more…
Patsy gave us 13-1/2 years of joy as she also provided a template for desirable dog behavior and temperament. From the moment Bob brought her home from the Humane Society as a 12-week-old pup, she did everything Read more…