The Cemetery Club was my first book in the Darcy and Flora, mother and daughter series. One of their most frightening episodes was when they took the fast way down Deertrack Hill. Darcy and Flora were driving east toward Fayetteville during a rainstorm. The highway was deserted, or so they thought. As we crossed the […]
Dec 4, 2023
Those Were Good Times
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(This is a re-print from one of the past Cozy Critiques.) It was a dark and stormy afternoon. Rain beat against the deck. Lightning flashed and thunder rattled the windows. Within the dining room, four women sat around an antique dining table, sipping coffee and munching chocolate. They spoke in hushed voices, almost as if […]
Nov 29, 2023
Looking High and Low
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I’ve lost something! I am embarrassed to tell you what it is because I should have kept it in a safe place and I thought I did. So, to help with the frustration, I’ve found a rhyme flitting through my head. Before I lose it too, I’ve captured it and put it on this page, […]
Nov 28, 2023
That Old Moon
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That exceptionally bright and beautiful moon we saw last night was the Beaver Moon. Native Americans called it this because beavers were particularly active at this time of year, building and shoring up their dams in preparation for winter. The fourth Ned McNeil book, as well as the three previous books, deals with meanness that […]
Nov 17, 2023
Under the Moon
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The second of Ned McNeil’s moonlight mysteries, By the Fright of the Silvery Moon, inspired this poem. What Lay Beneath the Moonlight by Blanche Day Manos An ancient church, deserted now, lay in a silv’ry light, Keeping watch o’er those who slept throughout the silent night. Did shadows move among the stones, was evil lurking […]
Nov 15, 2023
That Funny Feeling
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Here’s a real life mystery: Do you ever get a certain feeling when you are in a certain place? I don’t mean anything extra-worldly or shivery. Nothing like that, but a definite feeling about wherever you are. For instance, when I walk into my grandchildren’s room, I get the feeling of gladness, sort of like […]
