We had a night of wicked weather. Rain, rain, and more rain. Wind in abundance and now today, snow is in the forecast. I believe it. The temperature has dropped this morning and it’s cold! A tornado went through part of Arkansas last night too. Nemo and I hunkered down and weathered the storm and […]
Aug 7, 2019
People From My Past
By · Leave a Comment
It’s funny the way some simple thing will trigger a memory from long ago. This morning, as I measured water for the coffee pot, I remembered my junior high science teacher. (I told you it was long ago.) The thing I recall now, after all those years is Mr. Wasson’s gravelly voice and the […]
Jul 1, 2019
The Noise of the Celebration
By · 2 Comments
Firecrackers! Sky rockets! Light up the July sky! It’s celebration time. Moonstruck and Murderous is on Amazon, ready to go onto library shelves, eager hands, and your home. The print version is available now, but the ebook is sure to follow shortly. If you haven’t been to Amazon.com and taken a peek, now’s the time. […]
Jun 22, 2019
A Small Peek at Moonstruck
By · 2 Comments
I had a feeling there was no use in responding to Miss Evangeline, because she was what my father used to call, “wound up.” She wanted me to listen, so that’s what I did. Without warning, she grabbed my arm. I jumped. She whispered, “Shh. What was that? Did you hear anything, Nettie?” Her grip […]
Jun 21, 2019
Wondering What They’ll Do Next
By · Leave a Comment
This morning, I feel a little sad, a little lost. Getting a book ready for publication is rather like a whirlwind. Then, when it’s completely finished, the quiet is deafening. I miss Ned and Pat, Jackie, Miss Ann, Cade, and all the rest of them. I even miss the bad guys. And, believe me, they […]
Dec 27, 2018
A Wild and Frightening Flight
By · Leave a Comment
“Come on, Mom!” I shouted. “Run!” “Hand in hand, we skirted the fallen man and darted out the back door. Rain and wind struck us like a wall. Mom slipped and fell. “I lost my house shoe,” she wailed as I pulled her out of a puddle. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the killer […]
