The second of Ned McNeil’s moonlight mysteries, By the Fright of the Silvery Moon, inspired this poem. What Lay Beneath the Moonlight by Blanche Day Manos An ancient church, deserted now, lay in a silv’ry light, Keeping watch o’er those who slept throughout the silent night. Did shadows move among the stones, was evil lurking […]
Grateful to Be Alive
·This morning, I’m posting a chapter from By the Fright of the Silvery Moon, when Ned was thankful to just be alive. Chapter 5 The next day passed peacefully. I kept an eye out for questionable people, invited Pat and Jackie over and stayed close to home. It wasn’t that I was scared or intimidated; […]
Will the Real Ned McNeil Stand Up?
Ned McNeil is the main gal in three cozy mysteries concerning a historical house and moonlight. She doesn’t actively go looking for trouble, but it always finds her. She has courage but she also has her share of doubts and fears. I think you’ll like her. I do. Ned is the shortened version of […]
Landscaping and Building and a Mystery
One of the many nice things about writing is that I get to go places and do things I could never do in real life. And, I get to live where I want, in the sort of house I like. When Darcy and Flora moved to their new home (Grave Heritage) I designed the […]
The Golden Light at the End of the Day
·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 […]
In the Wee, Small Hours of the Morning
·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 […]