Do you ever encounter a plumbing job that is small enough not to need a plumber? I do, quite often. I remember one in particular. A mysterious puddle appeared under my sink and my heart sank. Oh, no! How did water get there? Visions of plumber bills danced in my head. Determined to solve that […]
Sep 19, 2019
Imagination
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Imagination is a wonderful thing, a mystery. It can take you anywhere, to any place, at any time. Children know this. Teachers of young children know this. So do moms and grandmas. One of the things I miss most of all, since my son was grown a long time ago, my grandchildren are long past […]
Sep 15, 2019
The Mystery of September Rain
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The Mystery of September Rain What is it about a gentle rain that is calming, soothing, and better than a lullaby for putting a person to sleep? Rain dripping from leaves and eaves, thunder rumbling softly in the distance, September, tucking the world in, a soothing backdrop to sleep. Nighttime rain is comforting; daytime rain […]
Nov 22, 2018
Thanksgiving
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Today, I’m reminded to be grateful for all the many friends I’ve met through the Manos Mystery books. And, I am. People–you, my family and friends, are what is important in this old world. Happy Thanksgiving from Darcy, Flora, Ned, and me!
Nov 10, 2018
Walkin’ Through the Leaves, Gettin’ Really Cold
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For those of us old enough to remember Johnny Ray’s song, Walkin’ in the Rain, this morning we could sing, Walkin’ Through the Leaves. There’s not much wind, just a bit, but leaves are falling like rain because last night, the thermometer sank really low! It’s only about twenty degrees now and the mercury was […]
Oct 31, 2018
What Do You Get When You Drop a Pumpkin?
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Question: What do you get when you drop a pumpkin? Answer: Squash No, that wasn’t an original with me, but I thought it was pretty clever. When the children were small, we’d take our pumpkins that had been sitting on the porch for a month and squash them against the back fence. This wasn’t […]
