As you know, I’ve written four cozy mysteries, some with co-author Barbara Burgess, some, alone. Below are things that happened in the four cozies, The Cemetery Club, Grave Shift, Best Left Buried, Moonlight Can Be Murder. See if you can match the scenes below to the appropriate book. Her uncle lay in the laundry room […]
May 19, 2016
Once Upon a Time
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Do we still read or tell folk tales to our youngsters? They are important, you know. They are entertaining and they teach a lesson. I read them to my son and grandchildren. These were lap stories, a good time for the warmth of one to one togetherness. I read them to my kindergarteners too but […]
May 17, 2016
An Emerald-Green Morning
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The greenness of trees gradually emerge through the darkness. It’s a wet morning. Street and driveway glisten with rain. Nemo, after a brief trip to the yard, could hardly wait to come back inside. Looking out, the new day seems to be made of two shades: darkness and green, the color of emeralds, the color of […]
May 15, 2016
As My World Turns
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I’m actually writing this Saturday evening, not Sunday morning. The sun has dipped below the horizon. From where I sit, the world seems impossibly quiet and peaceful. I’m grateful, knowing that it certainly isn’t quiet and peaceful in many other places. It has been a good day; any day spent with my family is a […]
May 13, 2016
Cleaning Out and Throwing Away
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An old lean-to shed is attached to the back of my house. It was there when my husband and I moved into this house. It looked decrepit then and it looks even more decrepit now. It is an eyesore. However, it is on the back of the house, not seen by many, and it has been a handy place […]
May 1, 2016
Dish Washin’ Ballad
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When I’m feeling down and blue, can’t find a sunbeam peeking through, And naught I see but gray and gloom, my thoughts return to a sunny room. My mother’s kitchen is where I go to relive times I used to know, When lots of loved ones gathered in; friends and family, kith and kin. Mom’s kitchen was […]
