Eight Years Ago

Things change through the years, don’t they? Hopes are not realized or take a different path, kind of like a rocket aiming for the moon but veering off course. People change, groups and ambitions change. Yet, we rise with each new morning, hoping for the best for a new day, a new year, a new […]

Affected By What You Read

I’m loving those stories my friends tell me, about their reactions to my cozy mysteries. One of my dear friends has just finished By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. She likes the way Ned, Pat, and Jackie get together for coffee and to talk over their latest dilemma. The really neat part, though, is […]

But Where Do They Come From?

I don’t believe in fairies. Of course, I don’t. They show up only in children’s stories of years ago, those magical little folk who can nip through the air, appearing and disappearing as they wish. And yet, when I see mushrooms that have popped up in my grass overnight,  I wonder just what, exactly, goes […]

The Thing About Writing…

Writing is an exercise in imagination. I write in scenes and, in order to write a scene effectively, I have to be there. I have to see, feel, and smell whatever is happening at that moment. That can be exhausting but I want my readers to see, feel, and smell what I do. This involves […]

A Light Along the River

As you may remember, I’m working on a new cozy about Miss Tootsie and her friends Carrie and Bertha. This is an excerpt from that story.   They walked through the damp grass and weeds along the river bank, trying to dodge blackberry briers and fallen logs. More than once, one of the three had […]

An Old Lady and a Horse

  Evangeline Carver loved race horses. She entered one each year in the Kentucky Derby. Although she was well into her eighties when Ned met her, she still loved to ride. She rode a little mare named Melanie. She and Melanie had been best friends for over twenty years. But one day, on a short […]