In case you don’t know it, most of the books I’ve written are set in Idaho. I love my state. I’m a native Idahoan and have lived here all my life. There’s something uniquely stirring about celebrating the Fourth of July in Idaho. Maybe it’s the way the mountains frame the fireworks, the echo of cowboy boots on parade routes, or the sight of children waving flags beneath endless blue skies. In … [Read more...]
My love of American Colonial and Revolutionary history
I love the Fourth of July. Not becuase of the fireworks or the food. Definitely not for the heat! I love the Fourth of July for the history. I honestly can’t remember when my love affair with Colonial and Revolutionary American history began. Johnny Tremain, maybe? Or hearing about Betsy Ross—one of the few women we were taught about in elementary school history? What I do know is … [Read more...]
Peanut Butter and . . . What?
My latest release is From This Moment On: Two Kings Meadow Novellas. One of the stories is set in 1932, the other in 2015. While writing the first novella, Bible and a .44, I came across one really interesting food choice that was served during the Great Depression. See if it stands out to you in this post. (There's a hint in my title.) In the mountains of Idaho during the Great Depression, … [Read more...]
On-Site Research
There is something so thrilling about seeing things my characters would have seen had they been actual people instead of just figments of my imagination. I love being able to research historical settings in person when possible. I don't get to do this with every book, but since my stories are set in Texas, research trips are often within reach. Many times I rely on historic maps and local … [Read more...]
A peek into my (very distant) past
This is a story of boxes lost and found. Or rather found, because I really didn’t know they were lost! When we sold our house in Rockwall after our move to Austin in 2015, I found some things we’d forgotten up in our attic when we were checking over the house before closing. They were boxes of things. My mother graciously let me leave them in her attic. This summer, my nephews … [Read more...]
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