This is a re-run of a popular post. It’s for those of us who sometimes feel as if we’re wearing a Cloak of Invisibility. Maybe it’s the white hair that puts up that Invisibility Shield; maybe it’s the wrinkles; I’m not sure what triggers this phenomenon. For example, in a room full of younger people, the […]
Sep 21, 2019
Who Is That Stranger I See?
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I write mysteries, but the greatest mystery of all is the identity of the old woman who inhabits every mirror of my house! Every one. I can’t look in any mirror and see the real me–vibrant, young, happy, not a gray hair on my head. No! This stranger has taken over. So, who is she, […]
Jun 28, 2019
It Used to be Just Older Folk
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As I re-read this post from a few years back, I decided it still applied to today! A dear friend sent an email in which she mentioned her son having a birthday. She said, “It used to be just older folk who had children that age.” As my son had a birthday this week too, […]
May 6, 2019
To All You Priceless Antiques
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To all you priceless antiques out there, congratulations! Do you know your own hidden value? You are beautiful, unique, and I salute you! To all you who have walked a good many miles down the road of life–a lovely, sunny, smooth road in spots and as rocky, dark, and treacherous as it could get in […]
Jun 3, 2018
The Joy of Being Invisible
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When one reaches a certain age, attains a veritable number of years, one becomes invisible. You don’t believe me? It’s true and I’m here to prove it. Maybe it’s the white hair that puts up that Invisibility Shield; maybe it’s the wrinkles; I’m not sure what triggers this phenomenon. For example, in a room full of […]
Jan 20, 2018
Not Over the Hill Just Quite Yet
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Maybe it’s to prove a point that I’ve written about women who are not actually considered young any more but who still have the mental acumen and physical abilities to solve mysteries. Believe me, neither Darcy Campbell nor her mother Flora Tucker were over the hill when they tumbled down it. In The Cemetery […]
