You Know It’s Summer When . . .

Where I live here in Nebraska, we can always tell that it’s summer when: The corn in the fields grows high enough that we have to stop at the intersections on all the county roads because it’s impossible to see if anyone is coming. When the hum of spray...

A Book Review for No Time on My Hands

I’m a Nebraskan. And I’m hopelessly biased to Nebraska. There are few books I love reading more than real-life accounts of pioneers, especially when those pioneers filed homesteads in Nebraska and set to work turning a frontier into civilization. No Time...

A Book Review for The Nature of a Lady

My siblings gave me raised eyebrows when they heard about the book I was reading. And no surprise, because usually the books I pick out are set somewhere west of the Mississippi and involve homesteaders or cowboys or trail-blazers of some kind. And this book is set in...