Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow! Six more weeks of winter. It’s always kind of fun to see the big deal the folk in Pennsylvania and other places make of Groundhog Day. I have a feeling, though, we’d have six more weeks of winter anyway. Wit, wisdom and fun crackled around the hundred-year old table at […]
Jan 30, 2017
After the Ball Is Over, After the Book Is Finished
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After the ball is over, does the melody linger on? I can’t speak for all writers, but this writer is a puzzle, a bundle of contradictions. How can a book that I’ve worked on, groaned and moaned over, re-written, edited, worried about, fluffed up, lengthened, shortened, and at last declared finished, be so hard to […]
Jan 29, 2017
Who Do You Think You Are?
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Have you ever been asked that question, usually in a taunting tone: Who do you think you are, anyway? Next time you are asked, answer: I’m royalty, a child of the King. Who are you? The Bible also says, “As he thinketh in his heart, so is he” Proverbs 23:7. What you think about yourself […]
Jan 28, 2017
Optimism and Frogs
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What does optimism have to do with frogs? It all depends upon the situation. I’ve posted this poem once before. I didn’t write it but for those of us needing to read something besides gloom, doom, agony, crying, and criticism, this probably bears repeating. Two frogs fell into a deep cream bowl; One was an optimistic […]
Jan 27, 2017
At the End of a Windswept Day
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I’m actually writing this Thursday evening, not Friday morning, although that’s when you’ll be reading it, probably. This has been a windswept day, pretty chilly, but what made it really nippy was an enthusiastic wind that enjoyed chilling the bones of anyone who got out in it. The sky looks so pretty this evening. It’s […]
Jan 24, 2017
A Cup, a Comment, and a Contest
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Today, I am announcing a small contest which involves your comment and my cup. Read on. As I am finishing By the Fright of the Silvery Moon, I am more aware of something that I’ve suspected for quite some time: Manos Meadows Mysteries sometimes are not all that cozy. I mean, they certainly have their cozy […]
