Piano Man at SLC Farmer's Market I almost missed the guy with the portable piano. Tucked behind the cookie stand ( Butterscotch Bacon w...

From Under a Sunbonnet: 1990 Against my better judgment I became a pioneer woman for a week. Our church youth group recreated a Pioneer Trek...

Chloë and her teacher, Mrs. Nugent I went to my granddaughter Chloë's 4th grade County Fair, and ran into my own 4th grade best friend. ...

Excerpt from Son of a Gun by Marty Halverson “There was a man ... my daddy’s voice was as soft and low as a lullaby—would break the heart of...

Marty Ann Dee (my nom de plume) I used to be a writer. I'd published a mediocre novel and I was working on a good one—a spy novel set i...

Here's where I blog. I've been asking myself—why do I blog? TravelinOma is five years old next week, and this is my 5,000th post! E...

Baby Boomers are getting a bad rap. Although we're known for Woodstock, flower power and LSD, most of us weren't part of that scene ...

I wrote the first draft with my heart. I'm doing the re-write with my head.

The Oma Storybook Collection is one of my hobbies. I'm writing our family history as a children's book, with stories about Dee a...

Lots of folks are looking at what the tornado left behind. I identify. Our life got blown to smithereens this month, and I have to say ...

"Oma, will you teach a writing class for grandkids?" asked Chloë. (Can you imagine how thrilled I was?) Listen in on Oma's Wr...