A Tribute to my Mother
When my parents met in 1929, Dad was in his final year of medical training and Mom in her first year of medical school. As
Writing by Hand: Accessing Memories in Writing Memoir
I recently searched online for memoir writing tips to see how often handwriting might be suggested. To my surprise I found little mention of what
To Marilyn, Who Was Always There for Me
I’m writing this blog on what would have been my sister Marilyn’s eighty-fourth birthday. She is always in my thoughts, even though she passed away
Living with Mountains
Over the course of my life, I’ve lived in various settings that are considered mountainous. I grew up in northcentral West Virginia, part of the
Winter Solstice Memories
As I write these words on the 2023 winter solstice, I’m remembering the solstice of 1997. It’s a treasured memory, coming almost exactly a year
The Transformative Power of Telling Your Story
I recently visited Alaska to hold two public events for my book, Whispers from the Valley of the Yak. As always, being back in Alaska
A Tribute to my Mother
When my parents met in 1929, Dad was in his final year of medical training and Mom in her first year of medical school. As
Writing by Hand: Accessing Memories in Writing Memoir
I recently searched online for memoir writing tips to see how often handwriting might be suggested. To my surprise I found little mention of what
To Marilyn, Who Was Always There for Me
I’m writing this blog on what would have been my sister Marilyn’s eighty-fourth birthday. She is always in my thoughts, even though she passed away
Living with Mountains
Over the course of my life, I’ve lived in various settings that are considered mountainous. I grew up in northcentral West Virginia, part of the
Winter Solstice Memories
As I write these words on the 2023 winter solstice, I’m remembering the solstice of 1997. It’s a treasured memory, coming almost exactly a year
The Transformative Power of Telling Your Story
I recently visited Alaska to hold two public events for my book, Whispers from the Valley of the Yak. As always, being back in Alaska