Pauline Baird Jones

  • It’s COLD, Baby! #perceptionISeverything

    I grew up in northern Wyoming, which means I grew up familiar with cold winters. In fact, in my memory, all winters were filled with sledding, skating, snowball making and throwing, and anything else our agile young minds could think up. Yes, we made snowmen, but snow forts presented so many more opportunities—at least for…

  • Path to Adventure Or Tranquility?

    For some reason, paths—and pictures of paths—always catch my attention. I totally get why Hansel and Gretel headed into the woods. When I was a little girl and my parents took us up into the mountains for the day (or night—not as fun, IMHO), we’d spill out of the truck and head for the first…

  • Moms Need Romance, too — Or Why I Wrote Lonesome Mama

    When I began the adventure that became my Lonesome Lawmen series, I gave Matt a mom because everyone has a mom. Duh. I also gave him brothers, because sometimes people have siblings and he seemed like the kind of guy to have siblings. I had such a great response to The Last Enemy, to both…

  • Traveling with the Parents Part Deux (aka #hermitroadtrip)

    So Our Daughter’s Traveling With the Parents hit a new low the other day. I won’t go into what happened inside the store (which was a bit like herding cats), because it pales when compared to what happened outside. We had made our purchases  and then headed outside with our cart Full of Stuff. Our…