Do we still read or tell folk tales to our youngsters? They are important, you know. They are entertaining and they teach a lesson. I read them to my son and grandchildren. These were lap stories, a good time for the warmth of one to one togetherness. I read them to my kindergarteners too but […]
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 16, 2016
With One Foot in the Past
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Decoration Day dawned as lovely and serene as only a May day in Oklahoma can. Goshen Cemetery basked beneath an early morning sun. Droplets of dew sparkled like emeralds and rubies on freshly cut grass. Birds sang in ancient cedars, undisturbed by groups of people moving quietly over the cemetery with their bouquets of flowers. […]
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 […]
