“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.” – Edgar Allan Poe. Poe published this unforgettable poem on this day in 1845. […]
Jan 27, 2018
A Brief Glance Back, A Long Look Forward
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This post that I wrote two years ago popped up this morning. As I read it over, I saw that I had just finished Grave Heritage and had not yet written By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. I was looking forward to another two hours with the Cozy Critters. The face of the Cozy […]
Jan 25, 2018
A Caring Group Enriches Writing and Life
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Our hearts go out to a member of our group of critiquers, Carolyn, on the death of her husband. Carolyn, our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. Although our group was small yesterday, Peg and Jane and I got a lot done, critiquely speaking. I was reminded once again of how essential […]
Jan 14, 2018
The Night Stole Softly Down the Hills
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The night stole softly down the hills and wrapped the town in darkness. Daylight fled, going with the sun as it slipped beneath the western horizon. Now, a sense of tranquility and the far away sounds of the forest blotted out the cares of the day. Down in the hollow, an owl hooted. Another answered. […]
Jan 1, 2018
Oh! My Stars and Garters!
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Oh, my stars and garters! Would you believe it is three degrees? Here in NWArkansas, it is Cold. Nemo and I fed and watered the birds. When I stepped on the deck, a floor board popped like a shot. I guess it was in a frozen state and resented being walked on. Today, I plan […]
Dec 22, 2017
Friends and Cherished Memories
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What would Christmas be without friends? Old friends dropping in, new friends recently made, memories of friends gone by. Some of my oldest friends stay hidden deep within the recesses of boxes all year but come out once again, every Christmas. Amazingly, they didn’t always look as they do now. But, we all change with […]
