I never met my Uncle Gustav or Aunt Carrie Seegert. They’d been gone for years by the time I was born. But I heard about them often. They were, after all, the folks who took my grandma in when her mother couldn't care for her anymore. Whenever we went to visit their son Gerald and … Continue reading The Original Uncle Gus and Aunt Carrie
One of my college creative writing assignments was to interview someone. Anyone. Then we were to write an article based on that interview. I didn’t have to think twice about who I wanted to interview. I knew it had to be my grandma. For one, she lived nearby. I happened to work at the retirement … Continue reading The Original Pearlie Lou
All along as I wrote Pearl's story I found inspiration from the photography of Dorothea Lange. She had a way of capturing moments, important details, catching personality. She truly was a master, an artist. Now, I wouldn't say that I'm a great photographer. But I do enjoy snapping pictures and posting them to Instagram. You too? … Continue reading A Song of Home Photo Contest!
Yesterday afternoon my kids and I were sitting at the table. They had homework and I so did I (just a different kind). They chattered as they worked multiplication tables and nibbled on snacks as they practiced spelling words. Then my daughter said, "Someone at school told me that something bad happened in Las … Continue reading But Take Heart
Welcome to the WhiteFire Publishing Scavenger Hunt! You've reached stop number 14! If you’ve just discovered the hunt, be sure to go back to stop #1 and collect all the clues in order. Once you have them all, you’ll have uncovered a secret message. Turn that in at the final stop for a chance to … Continue reading WhiteFire Scavenger Hunt Stop #14
Check out Alexis De Weese’s blog post about A Trail of Crumbs. Then stick around for a chance to win a copy of the book!
And yes, smart reader you, Miss De Weese (the teacher in A Trail of Crumbs) is indeed named after this lovely friend of mine.
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After a not-so-long wait that couldn’t end soon enough, the sequel to A Cup of Dust is out and ready for readers! (Please note that I did not review Cup as it released during the hiatus…) A Trail of Crumbs lives up to every ounce of anticipation.
A Trail of Crumbs picks up exactly where Cup left off—Palm Sunday—known in the dust bowl as Black Sunday.
I won’t give anything away, but tragedy strikes the Spence family, sending them reeling both emotionally and across the country. We watch Pearl grow up as the Spences settle into a new community in Bliss, Michigan. (Go MI!)
The story is told in first person from Pearl’s perspective. The author uses Pearl’s child thoughts to build suspense and speak honestly in…
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For the past two days we've talked about the rules of the Great Depression. Use it up Wear it out Make do And today's is possibly the hardest. Do without. Sigh. Do without. There were many things folks went without during the years of the Depression. As unpleasant as that may seem, it couldn't hurt … Continue reading Rules of the Great Depression: Do Without
There were four rules of The Great Depression that helped folks make it through those tough economic times. Use it up Wear it out Make do Do without Yesterday we talked about using up what we've got and wearing it out. Today, we're going to discuss making do. We live in a culture of disposables. Nothing … Continue reading Rules of the Great Depression: Make Do
There were four rules to surviving the Great Depression: Use it up Wear it out Make do Do without Folks in my soon-to-release novel A Trail of Crumbs: A Novel of the Great Depression (coming March 27...wink, wink) had to follow these rules in order to hold onto their hard earned (and often hard to come by) … Continue reading The Rules of the Great Depression: Use It Up. Wear It Out.
From the day I moved into the college dorm my freshman year until the day of my wedding I lived the life of a nomad. From dorm rooms to summer housing on campus to an apartment to a spare room to sharing a room with a six year old (who is turning 20 this year...yowch), … Continue reading I found home here.