I needed a stick of dynamite. A jackhammer might have helped. But, I had neither and so I was left with a container that didn’t want to be opened and a lot of frustration. Why do companies who package products, especially food products, do this to their customers? Is it to keep unscrupulous people from […]
Jun 23, 2019
Little Miss Hollyhock
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An Explanation for Those Surprise Flowers That Spring Up You may not have heard of Miss Hollyhock, so I am here to explain. She must exist, because there is no other explanation for the flowers that spring up here and there, in the most unusual places, without having been planted. Miss Hollyhock is a […]
Jun 22, 2019
A Small Peek at Moonstruck
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I had a feeling there was no use in responding to Miss Evangeline, because she was what my father used to call, “wound up.” She wanted me to listen, so that’s what I did. Without warning, she grabbed my arm. I jumped. She whispered, “Shh. What was that? Did you hear anything, Nettie?” Her grip […]
Jun 20, 2019
The End Is In Sight
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The end is in sight! The end to preparation, that is, and the beginning of a new book release. My publisher sent the proof for Moonstruck and Murderous. So, I’m going through once more, checking to see that all is as error-free as humanly possible. And, you know a funny thing? Now that I’m […]
Jun 12, 2019
Ned and a Date with a Possible Murderer
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We’ve had so much rain this month and last! And, who knows about today? Things look mighty damp out there. Reading, writing–both go much better with rain. So, I’m going to grab a second cup of Folgers and see what Ned is doing over in Ednalee this morning. Last night she was about to […]
May 31, 2019
Frustrations and the Herb Garden
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We’ve had so much rain lately, that I hadn’t been able to stick the last of my little herbs into the ground. I didn’t want to dash out between lightning flashes and plant them in the mud. But, finally, a sunny day. I pulled up the grass and weeds that had dared to poke up […]
