The first seven years of my writing career, the dressing table in my bathroom served as my desk.  I used a prized family heirloom, a portable typewriter that required manual rewinding when the ribbon reached the end of the spool.  I hope the blogs share some of my journey as I moved from stories about practicing parenthood to discovering and writing about people in Texas’ past who faced dangers, met challenges, reshaped lives, and made a difference in the world.  Goodness, that still sounds a lot like parenting.