Three years ago, I wrote an article about changing real life mysteries into cozies. Here ’tis once more: How many of us remember when we were children, telling scary stories at night or listening to a spooky tale that some one else told? Those stories gave us a satisfying case of the shivers. Satisfying only because we knew […]
Mar 28, 2016
So, What’s With That Dream, Anyhow?
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Do you believe that dreams have significance? I don’t know about your dreams but my dreams are often a mishmash of a niggling worry, a fervent hope, something I heard someone say, or people who have been or are in my life. I don’t think any of them give me a message. But, sometimes people […]
Mar 27, 2016
Happy Easter!
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Can you imagine the joy of the Lord’s followers on that first Easter morning? The stone had been rolled away. The tomb was empty. Death could not hold the Son of God. He is risen. He is risen indeed! Because of Easter, hope stirs within us and our spirits open to the magnificence of new life. Because […]
Mar 26, 2016
What Was Good About It?
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I think Good Friday is misnamed. How could the day that the Lord Jesus died have been called anything but horrible, heart-breaking, anguished? An explanation is that it was once called “God’s Friday” but through translation, was interpreted as Good Friday. We might think of it as good because, even though it was the day the Lord was crucified, it […]
Mar 25, 2016
In the Gloaming
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Last night as shadows fell and darkness tiptoed down the street, I thought about other twilights, or gloamings, and the song, In the Gloaming came to mind. It’s an old song, one that I learned as a child from a thin songbook with a red cover. I believe the title of the book is America Sings. […]
Mar 24, 2016
We Three Were the Bees’ Knees
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Truly, spring has sprung. Last night we had tornado watches, warnings, and the first spring storm. I’m afraid part of the state may have suffered damage. Keep your eye on the sky, everyone. Stay safe! To borrow a phrase from the Roaring Twenties we were the bee’s knees yesterday. That was Jane, Helen and yours truly. […]
