When icy rain threatened, he flipped his furry tail over his head and crouched under a portable blanket. No tingling toes or frostbitten ears for this enterprising fellow. As he snuggled, warm and protected, on my deck railing, did he plot his next raid on a near-by bird feeder? Behind those alert and watchful eyes, did […]
Commemoration
Yesterday, January 17, was National Sanctity of Human Life Day, a commemoration of the importance of life. President Reagan first set aside this day in 1984 in remembrance of unborn children who are killed by abortion. Presidents H. W. Bush and George Bush continued this observance. To me, it’s sad that there is a need for […]
Why Do I Write?
·I have been pondering that question this morning. Why, indeed, do I write? Writing takes up hours, days, weeks, months of my life. Writing is pouring my heart and soul into the life of my characters. It is taking words and forming them into a person. But then (and this is the best part) using only […]
Mysterious Mystique of Critiquing Critters
Yesterday was a red-letter day in the life of our Cozy Critters. All six of us were together around the hundred year old table at the same time! It was great! Before Christmas Jane and her son Mark took a trip to New York City. The town was decked out in its holiday best. Jane […]
“Intense, Emotional Mystery”
“This is an intense and at times emotional mystery. I could not put it down,” Deb Forbes wrote in her exciting review of Moonlight Can Be Murder. For the rest of this review and to visit Deb’s attractive and informative blog, click on her link: http://mysteryreadingnook.blogspot.com/2016/01/moonlight-can-be-murder-edge-of-your.html. This is an example of one of my favorite parts of Deb’s […]
Tuesday Tidbits and Teasers
Coffee, warm house, family near-by; I have no complaints and would sound surly if I did. Thank You, God. Just wondering why, when the English language contains a plethora of beautiful, gracious uplifting words from which to choose, sometimes we use the grungiest, foulest, most hateful ones in speaking or writing. I remember the days […]