I found this stunning (breathtaking, really) flower in the alley behind our house today. We live in Seattle, and I'm certain that it's a native Northwest flower, because I used to see the same gorgeous blooms growing wild along the roadside near my childhood home

Here we are at the zoo. You can barely see me, because there was too much light coming into the photo booth (we barely fit, all of us!). I love Colby's spaced-out expression, Russie's content smile, and how Carson's plastic snake named "Hunter" has become

I recently heard from a woman named Teresa, who blogs here, who read my novel recently and wrote this beautiful review. As I was reading her post, I learned about wild violet vinegar. Apparently it's an old country pastime, and it sounds so fun (like

I found this picture of me with my baby, Colby, taken at the hospital the day we brought him home, and I gasped at how much he's changed in just four short months. There's a lot to motherhood that seems to go sloooooow. The potty-training,

I shared the cover of my second novel, The Bungalow, with you last week, and I'm delighted to say that two amazing authors have provided beautiful endorsements for this book! Kristin Hannah (author of Night Road, Winter Garden, many other amazing novels) had a chance

I loved this gorgeous spread about The Violets of March that I found in the June Doubleday Book Club mailer today! Wow! Do you buy books from book club catalogs like these?