I saw one of my old college professors the other day, even though he has been dead a good number of years. Now, before you think I’ve gone completely round the bend, let me explain. Actually, I didn’t see him but I saw someone who really reminded me of the long ago prof. He didn’t […]
May 17, 2016
An Emerald-Green Morning
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The greenness of trees gradually emerge through the darkness. It’s a wet morning. Street and driveway glisten with rain. Nemo, after a brief trip to the yard, could hardly wait to come back inside. Looking out, the new day seems to be made of two shades: darkness and green, the color of emeralds, the color of […]
May 15, 2016
As My World Turns
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I’m actually writing this Saturday evening, not Sunday morning. The sun has dipped below the horizon. From where I sit, the world seems impossibly quiet and peaceful. I’m grateful, knowing that it certainly isn’t quiet and peaceful in many other places. It has been a good day; any day spent with my family is a […]
May 4, 2016
A Shiver, a Shudder, and a Creepy Feeling
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Someone once told me she wasn’t sure my books were cozies. Surprising. I thought they were. Then, I realized she meant that sometimes they lost their coziness and became downright scary. I agree they aren’t exactly bedtime stories. Here are some random excerpts, taken from Moonlight Can Be Murder: Ulysses stood, white fangs bared. Why didn’t Vermouth […]
May 1, 2016
Dish Washin’ Ballad
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When I’m feeling down and blue, can’t find a sunbeam peeking through, And naught I see but gray and gloom, my thoughts return to a sunny room. My mother’s kitchen is where I go to relive times I used to know, When lots of loved ones gathered in; friends and family, kith and kin. Mom’s kitchen was […]
Apr 28, 2016
Beautiful, Bountiful Books
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Six of us gathered around the hundred-year old table yesterday for our time of critiquing. Fortified with coffee and cookies, we Cozy Critters enjoyed an especially hilarious two hours. I think we were glad to all be together again. Jane, fresh from her Chicago trip, had much to share. She read a recent poem, “The Longest […]
