Another Winter in Skagway!

Another Winter in Skagway!
by Brenda Wilbee
MY WRITER FRIEND DAWN and I just booked our tickets for another wild spree in the North. This time we're flying to Whitehorse. Then attempt to drive the pass down into Skagway. Now why would we want to do that? It can be whiteout conditions at the border! But I've been stranded before, holed up in my car with a sleeping bag and granola bars, waiting for the snow plow to come through. It's actually kind of fun. This time, I think we'll take some of Whitehorse's chocolate red wine and that lovely cheese Kari Rain found.  Seriously...

Seattle's Start: Cherry Grove, IL

Seattle's Start: Cherry Grove, IL
by Brenda Wilbee
SEATTLE'S ROOTS come from Cherry Grove, IL, a town you'll never find on the map. Not even Terry Hogan, who grew up a "handful of miles" away, knew it existed. Yet it does; and several years ago I was invited by the Cherry Grove community to come and sign my Seattle Sweetbriar books.

Let me walk you through Louisa Boren Denny's home town, where Seattle's "Sweetbriar Bride" grew up and Seattle began. 

And We Nearly Burned the House Down

And We Nearly Burned the House Down
by Brenda Wilbee
DURING THE SUMMERS and because of my health, my sister Tresa and I were sent from the Midwest to live with our aunt and uncle and five younger cousins at Boundary Bay, BC. They lived in Tsawwassen, a town that sits on the ridge. On the beach below was the family cabin, built by my father when I was born. My happy place. When Auntie Anne couldn't take the two of us getting under her Brer-Fox skin one more minute!, Uncle Stan took us Brer Rabbits down to the "briar patch" of the cozy cabin on the beach. He left us surrounded by sand and prickly burrs, seagulls wheeling and the tide slapping the seashore twice a day. I was fourteen, Tresa thirteen.

Narcissa Confronts Henry

Narcissa Confronts Henry
by Brenda Wilbee
A meeting with an agent last month changed the story arc of a love story that's been in my head for decades. I designed the cover so I have a visual of my characters and the world in which they lived the spring and summer of 1836. Here are my first 14 paragraphs of a new start on this true story of Narcissa Whitman.