Today is what has been designated Sanctitiy of Life Sunday. Since January 22, 1973, more than 57 million of the weakest, the smallest, the most innocent Americans have died legally in the United States of America. It is hard to write this without crying. Babies are miracles, made in the image of God. They should be […]
Dec 21, 2016
A Tale of a Magnificent Tail (and how it got to be that way)
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This is the shortest day of the year. In fact, according to those who know, it arrived at 4:44 a.m. CST. I was awake to welcome this momentous moment. True to custom, as I have every year for a while, I’m going to present the story of Buz the Fox. It’s a Christmas story and […]
Jun 17, 2016
Star-Spangled Cat
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As you know, I sometimes like to write children’s stories as well as cozy mysteries. Flag Day was June 14 so that put me in mind of this story about a cat, a ship, and a famous lawyer. To me, our American history is so wonderful that I want to pass it along to future […]
Mar 3, 2016
And There Sat Ginger Ed
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This is the conclusion of the children’s mystery story. Yesterday (Wednesday) my sister-in-law Linda and I went to Fran’s St. Pat’s luncheon. I made some pictures as did Jane. I’ll post them and the impressions of the luncheon tomorrow. But right now, on to Ginger Ed! Sally scrunched her eyes tight shut and counted sheep. […]
Mar 2, 2016
The Approach of Ginger Ed
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Today is part 2 of the mini-mystery for children I posted yesterday. Tomorrow, I’ll finish it up and then do a short critique of what I could have done that would have made the story better. “I guess I’d better tell you, Nellie Sue,” Grandma said in her soft voice. “Ginger Ed has escaped from prison […]
Dec 11, 2015
A Brand-New Buz
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This is the conclusion to my Fanciful Fox Fable. I hope you or your children or grandchildren have enjoyed the story of Buz who went to Bethlehem and was changed forever by the Baby in the manger. The little foot snuggled into the fur on Buz’s chest and stopped wriggling. “Look, he’s asleep,” someone said. “He’s […]
