Excerpt from Best Left Buried. This woman’s manner so rankled me that I had a tough time controlling my voice. “If the land is yours already, Eileen, do I need to deed it to you?” “Just to be sure there is no question farther on down the line, I think that might be a wise […]
Jul 19, 2016
Bedrock
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From somewhere in my dim and distant, far-off childhood, I remember standing on bedrock. I stood in a creek, water swirling around my feet, tiny pebbles bumping into my ankles, the rushing current tugging at me. The rock I stood on was not moved. It was large, solid, and anchored somewhere far below the stream. If […]
Jul 17, 2016
Victim Number Three
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Excerpt from Moonlight Can Be Murder. A sequel is in the works. A wind eddied through the building, flicking the newspapers and lifting the pages close to the candle. I had to get out of here, but how? I couldn’t reach the tape to peel it off my mouth and scream for help. My hands […]
Jul 16, 2016
The Night of the Tornado
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An excerpt from Fright of the Silvery Moon, sequel to Moonlight Can Be Murder. Tornado sirens moaned like an animal in pain as the shadowy shape of Granger Mansion appeared through the storm. Rain battered my Escape so hard, the wipers couldn’t keep the windshield clear. “Hurry, Ned,” Pat yelled as I steered the car toward my […]
Jul 13, 2016
A Glimpse Into Yesterday
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Maria Norcia Santillanes invited me to write a series of posts on her blog page. The first was published yesterday. I feel honored that she is allowing me to guest post several times. http://beachwalkermari.blogspot.com/2016/07/guest-blogger-cozy-mystery-writer.html My friend Fran, who is down-sizing, gave me a box of her antique postcards. They allow a glimpse into yesterday, a peek at what […]
Jul 12, 2016
Old Barns and Life
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Last night as I sat on my deck listening to cicadas and frogs, I thought how many generations of my ancestors had heard these same night noises. These were age-old summer sounds: the jar flies as we called them, the frogs, a whole chorus of them. I felt as if I could close my eyes and be […]
