Somewhere in the darkness of early morning, a dove calls. The birds are much quieter now than they were this spring. My flowers are a little bit tired. Even without looking at the calendar, I would know that summer is winding down and fall is coming on. Where has the summer gone? What did I […]
Aug 17, 2017
Eye-Poppin’ Good News
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This has never happened before! Not in this way; not so many at one time, but here it is: my publisher, Pen-L Publishing is offering four of my cozy mysteries–count them, that’s more than half of them–for only 99 cents each. Hop on over to Amazon and take a look! Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/Blanche-Day-Manos/e/B0090018EI. But, folks, […]
Aug 16, 2017
Come In, See What’s New
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Do you see anything new on this site this morning? Check the right side where the books are. There it is—By the Fright of the Silvery Moon! Right in there with the other five cozies and it looks comfortably at home. Thanks, webmaster Matt. My yard is wet and soggy this morning but the flowers […]
Aug 14, 2017
The Mystery of Milestones and Memories
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Do we mark life by the milestones we reach and leave behind us, or by everyday happenings? As we look back at the days, what are the things we remember? This is the first day of school for many children. Will it be memorable? In later years, will the recollections be good or bad or […]
Aug 13, 2017
A Chat with a Character
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A Chat with a Character Sometimes we readers wonder what our favorite characters are doing behind the scenes, those times between books. This morning, we drop in on the heroine of Moonlight Can Be Murder and By the Fright of the Silvery Moon ,Nettie Elizabeth Duncan McNeil, Ned to her friends (except Miss Ann, who insists […]
Aug 11, 2017
The Mystique of a Moist August Morning
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A loud crash directly overhead woke me. Thunder! Lightning shivered through my curtains and rain pounded against the windows. Waking up to a thunderstorm is a great way to start the day. But, looking past the moist mystique of a thunderstorm, what will these summer hours hold? Today, I’d like us to discuss looking past. […]
