Yesterday was just that kind of day. March hadn’t arrived yet; didn’t the wind know that? Was it just practicing for a really Big Blow? Whatever the reason, it was a windy day. Sunny, chilly, windy. It was a Baking Carrot Cupcakes and Picking Jonquils kind of day. So, that’s what I did–baked cupcakes, picked […]
Jan 15, 2019
An Altared Murder Case
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For a couple of years, the Cozy Critters (my critique group) and I have talked about a cozy mystery where they are the principal players. So, I’ve finally gotten around to starting one. It’s just for fun; I don’t intend to send it to a publisher. And, I’ve narrowed the group of friends in this […]
Jan 7, 2019
Beginning the Week with Whimsy
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Let’s put reality on the shelf this morning and step into that wonderful world of make-believe where anything can happen, and often does. Ready? Let’s go. Let’s just suppose you are out for a morning walk, enjoying the sunlight sparkling on the snow, the breeze on your face which promises Nature is thinking about springtime. […]
Dec 21, 2018
The Places I’ve Been
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Books! And, the places they’ve taken me. I’ve always loved children’s books, especially at Christmas. Those three in the cover picture were read to many, many children through the years, starting with my son, then my kindergarteners, then my grandchildren. Books have taken me all over the world without even leaving town. And, the experiences […]
Dec 6, 2018
Thoughts for a Chilly Thursday
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Some mornings, even a hot cup of strong coffee has a hard time making inroads. This is one of those mornings. Maybe it’s the thought of a coming snowstorm and the inclination to hibernate. Whatever is causing it, I am slow on getting started with the morning. Nemo has the right idea. He has […]
Dec 2, 2018
The Calm After the Storm
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Yesterday was the calm after an exceedingly stormy night. In checking with my friends in Oklahoma, I found that a tornado had roared through mighty close to my childhood home and not far from my mother’s home at Etta. It had torn up a boat marina on Tenkiller Lake and destroyed the homes of several […]
