If you participated in the Mysteries with an Extra Shiver pen giveaway and you don’t receive your pen this week, please let me know. I’ll get one in the mail to you forthwith. If October is a golden-haired girl with sunlight on her shoulders, she is preparing to leave the stage to her older […]
Oct 26, 2018
Autumn Is a Rainy Day
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Thank you to those who are sharing yesterday’s blog post. If you haven’t yet done that, just click on this link: http://www.blanchedaymanos.com/a-small-gift-for-you I mailed some of the pens yesterday and will mail others today. Fall was in the air yesterday. It was in the small rain that fell off and on, pattering against fallen leaves. It shone in […]
Oct 15, 2018
Five Degrees Above Freezing
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It’s hard to believe, but the thermometer tells me it is thirty-seven degrees this morning! Five degrees above freezing? How’d that happen? Wasn’t it just a couple of weeks ago that we were sweltering under summer’s heat? When fall decided to make her appearance, she did so with a bang. She wasn’t shy. Last […]
Oct 10, 2018
That Heavy Load on Your Shoulders
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No, the heavy load isn’t the wonderful rain we had yesterday afternoon. That would lighten most people’s load. The rain was wonderful and the cooler weather is a relief. Now, it’s really seeming like fall. I’ve been thinking of late about a heavy load called a grudge that some people tote around for years. […]
Sep 26, 2018
Art, Books, Cookies and Coffee
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When four friends meet on a fall day, bringing with them their outlooks on life, the books they’ve read, and the paintings they’ve painted, plus a few original writings, well, what could be better? The coffee and sugar cookies helped, of course, but conversation carried the day. Jane, Carolyn, and Peg came through the door, […]
Sep 25, 2018
A Noise From Without
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Writing is wonderfully therapeutic. Sometimes, just writing with no particular plot in mind, letting your imagination roam, winds up with something unexpected–sort of like taking a paint brush in hand with an array of paints before you and letting your feelings flow out through the bristles of your brush. It’s, at times, unexpected, but […]
