This is the last day that the fourth Darcy and Flora cozy mystery, Grave Heritage, will be offered as a free Kindle book on Amazon. So, celebrate not having to labor and take a mini vacation without even leaving home. Tomorrow, it goes back to full price. And thank you, those who are downloading. […]
Aug 30, 2018
Lighten Up with Lemon Cake
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Yesterday afternoon was mostly cloudy with a chance for rain. But gathered around the old cherry wood table, we three women did our best to lighten up with lemon cake and coffee. Jane brought the lemon cake; I provided the coffee and Jane, Peg, and I lightened up the day with laughter. Peg brought […]
Aug 16, 2018
Coffee, Three Women, a Cow, and a Pig
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Chewing her cud, Edith would answer, “No, that can’t be! I’m one of the finest milk cows you’ll ever hope to see. But, it doesn’t matter, Winnie, whether we are bovine or swine. If we ‘hang together as friends’, we’ll always be fine.” Those lines are a part of the poem, Edith and Winnie, […]
Aug 11, 2018
The Golden Light at the End of the Day
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There’s something about the late afternoon, just before the supper hour, when the day is winding down and the light lies golden and still through the windows. There’s a hush, a silence in empty rooms, a quiet acceptance that the day is over and soon the sun will slip beneath the horizon. Memories return […]
Aug 9, 2018
In the Wee, Small Hours of the Morning
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In the early morning darkness, a dove calls. It’s a homey sound. The robins are quiet, maybe busy with their nests and feeding babies. Soon, the summer birds will fly South while the winter birds gather around the feeders. School is about to start for another year of learning and growing, a year or […]
Aug 8, 2018
Those Mean Old Hurt Feelings
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“And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” John 8:32. And boy, what a freeing statement that is. All my life, I’ve struggled with getting my feelings hurt. And, many of the supposed hurts are just that–supposed. But whether the person who injured my exposed raw nerve ends meant […]
