Here, There, and Everywhere (Almost)

Here, There, and Everywhere (Almost)

After many cancellations due to conflicts in schedules, the Cozy Critters finally met again yesterday. As usual, it was a fun time. Jane was brimming with enthusiasm for her recent trip out west. She has been posting pictures on her Facebook page and brought more to show us today. Her and Mark’s first stop was […]

Early Morning Sounds

Early Morning Sounds

I’ve always enjoyed early morning sounds. They mean that night is over, the sun is on its way, a whole, new day opens up before me. Possibilities rise with daybreak. When I was a child, I awoke to the chunk of wood being poked into a cookstove, the clink of a coffee pot and the […]

The Joy of Being Invisible

The Joy of Being Invisible

When one reaches a certain age, attains a veritable number of years, one becomes invisible. You don’t believe me? It’s true and I’m here to prove it.   Maybe it’s the white hair that puts up that Invisibility Shield; maybe it’s the wrinkles; I’m not sure what triggers this phenomenon. For example, in a room full of […]

Four Fabulous Free Days

Four Fabulous Free Days

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Five Fabulous Days of Free Reading

Five Fabulous Days of Free Reading

What do you get when you start with an indomitable, adventuresome heroine  who just happens to live in a house with a pretty interesting past, add a deserted church, a legend of an old-time, ruthless outlaw, and plunk the whole thing down in a small, rural town in Oklahoma? You get By the Fright of […]

A Day in the Life of a Writer of Mysteries

A Day in the Life of a Writer of Mysteries

Writing a mystery is an all-consuming thing. I mean, it sort of takes over. For example, I went to get groceries. That was where I was, physically. My mind was somewhere else. My thoughts went something like this: The plantation was once called a plantation but it has changed now to growing soybeans and race horses. […]