We all leave footprints as we journey through life. Some, thankfully, are lasting; some, thankfully, are not. Our footprints show the directions we’ve taken and the choices we’ve made, whether good or bad. My brothers and I often remark, “Dad said …” or “Mom told me…” My parents are gone now but their words and the […]
Aug 24, 2024
Never Fear, the Sleuth is Here
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Cozy Sleuths Darcy and her mom, Flora is her name, never wanted fortune and never asked for fame, But, somehow, mysteries find them, in one way or another, and danger is the neighborhood of Darcy and her mother. A lovely, sunny Sunday in the magic month of May, finds them getting ready for their Decoration […]
Aug 22, 2024
Can You Believe It?
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(Lest anyone take this seriously, let me assure you that this is fiction, made up entirely from my over-active imagination.) “Ma’am, I had a report from your neighbor next street over about a disturbance coming from this direction. I’m checking to see what you can tell me about it.” The young officer standing at […]
Aug 21, 2024
Memories of Dad
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Today is my dad’s birthday. I’ve written about him a lot, both here and in my books. Only, in my books he wasn’t called by his name, Bob Day, rather, he showed up here and there as admirable traits in male characters. I couldn’t resist mixing a little of his honesty, strength, and trustworthiness into […]
Aug 17, 2024
Storm Warning
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Last night I was treated to a light show that only nature could provide. A thunderstorm was in progress and, even if I hadn’t seen the warning on the computer, I would have had a pretty good idea that it was a doozy. Thunder crackled and boomed and rain splatted on the deck. It was […]
Aug 16, 2024
Poetically Speaking
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I’ve kept a lot of my writings, especially those that sold to various magazines. These two poems were written a long time ago to two different Christian children’s magazines of widely differing beliefs. But, you know what? Both magazines’ editors liked poems. Poetry and stories sort of bring us all together, don’t they? God’s Small […]
