There are small black specks on my countertop. And, they are moving! The specks have legs. The annual ant invasion is underway. These hardy insects do this every spring. I don’t know why. I don’t invite them. And what do they think they will gain from my kitchen? A few grains of spilled sugar, maybe? […]
Apr 13, 2015
Pulling the Past Into the Present
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The past–everyone has one. The past is why we are what we are. In cozy mysteries, the past is what brings the heroine to where she is today. It is the story behind the story; the back story. In Moonlight Can Be Murder, to be released this fall by Pennell Publishing, it is Nettie’s past […]
Apr 12, 2015
Mom
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Today would have been my mother, Susie Latty Day’s, birthday and if she were here, I’d bake her favorite dessert–lemon pie. The lilac bush at her house in Tahlequah is blooming now and that’s fitting because she loved lilacs. In fact, when she was sixteen, her dear Aunt Ettie, Tettle, she called that aunt, gave […]
Apr 10, 2015
Dignity in Defeat
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…and graciousness in victory. I’ve often wished, if I could go back in time, that I might have been present that day, April 9, 1865, in the parlor of Wilmer McLean of Appomattox Court House, Virginia. I would like to have seen General Robert E. Lee, tall and erect, dressed in dignity and a spotless […]
Apr 9, 2015
So That’s How It Went
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Wednesday: Smack Dab in the Middle–of the week, that is, and the day for another Cozy Critique. Although Jane and Peg were absent for reasons far beyond their control, they do plan to be with us next time. Nancy and Helen came and Helen brought a guest, Kaye. Kaye has been with us once before. […]
Apr 8, 2015
Win a Book
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Music is important to many of us. A song accompanies us as we do housework, write a story, or drive along the highway. Darcy Campbell likes music too. In Best Left Buried, Darcy listens to an old love song in chapter one. In fact, that song, coming through the radio of her car, lulls her […]
