Clouds began gathering yesterday. It was the kind of solemn day that is a forerunner of wicked weather. There was just a feeling in the air, as Darcy told Flora in Grave Heritage. Sometimes, the electric, restless feeling as a storm approaches is far worse than the storm itself. This is true of actual atmospheric […]
Mar 7, 2016
Something About a Mystery
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Life has its mysteries. You know some real life mysteries; so do I. We never know the answer to some puzzles; we will always wonder “why?” Maybe that is the allure of cozy mysteries. We meet the problem, go with the lead character as she tries to figure out “who dunnit” and then, at the […]
Mar 5, 2016
A Strange and Alien Wind
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The Folgers Coffee is hot and strong, just the way I like it. My little dog Nemo dozes on the floor beside me. The noise of the interstate is a far-off hum. The train rumbles to a stop downtown but it is a distant, comforting noise. Familiar sounds and rituals punctuate the morning but beneath it […]
Mar 3, 2016
And There Sat Ginger Ed
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This is the conclusion of the children’s mystery story. Yesterday (Wednesday) my sister-in-law Linda and I went to Fran’s St. Pat’s luncheon. I made some pictures as did Jane. I’ll post them and the impressions of the luncheon tomorrow. But right now, on to Ginger Ed! Sally scrunched her eyes tight shut and counted sheep. […]
Mar 2, 2016
The Approach of Ginger Ed
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Today is part 2 of the mini-mystery for children I posted yesterday. Tomorrow, I’ll finish it up and then do a short critique of what I could have done that would have made the story better. “I guess I’d better tell you, Nellie Sue,” Grandma said in her soft voice. “Ginger Ed has escaped from prison […]
Mar 1, 2016
A Second Stay-at-Home Story
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“If March comes in like a lamb, it goes out like a lion.” I’m confused. A deafening roar of thunder woke me this morning and rain is falling. Is this coming in like a lion or a lamb? The temperature is warm. I’m still thinking March will hold some more winter. In shuffling through those […]
