The heady aroma of naturally-flavored caramel coffee fills the house. Yes, this morning I’ve exchanged my usual Folgers Colombian ground for caramel. It’s hot, it’s strong, and it’s good. Do you ever wake up too early but you figure you’d might as well get up and start the day rather than trying unsuccessfully to […]
Nov 6, 2018
Coffee, Fog, and Elections
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Come on in, sit down at your computer, and share a cup of coffee with me. Today is that long-awaited election day. Whatever the outcome, I’m glad I live in a country where I can vote as I like without fear of reprisal. I’m sure you are too. Tomorrow, whatever the outcome, I hope we […]
Sep 29, 2018
Oh, Let’s Have a Cup of Cozy Mystery
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Remember this old jingle? “Let’s have another cup of coffee. Oh, let’s have a cup of Nescafe.” That long ago ad was meant to put people in the mood for a chat, a warm, easy beginning to a new day or a friendship, and, of course, a cup of Nescafe. That’s the sort of feeling […]
Sep 27, 2018
A Cozy Mystery Writer Blessing
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A Blessing for a Cozy Mystery Writer by Blanche Day Manos The Lord bless thy pen, that it runneth not dry, And thy curiosity and asking why. The Lord forgive thy nosiness And all thy prying may He bless. May he bless thy characters and plot, And thy sales, that they be a […]
Sep 26, 2018
Art, Books, Cookies and Coffee
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When four friends meet on a fall day, bringing with them their outlooks on life, the books they’ve read, and the paintings they’ve painted, plus a few original writings, well, what could be better? The coffee and sugar cookies helped, of course, but conversation carried the day. Jane, Carolyn, and Peg came through the door, […]
Sep 23, 2018
Morning Coffee with a Squirrel
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If I thought he might like a cup of good, hot Folgers, I’d invite him in ’cause I’d like to ask that furry rodent a few questions. As it is, I’ll just wonder. This morning, as I was sitting in front of my window on the world, a movement caught my eye. A squirrel […]
