Almost all of us have something inside of us that keeps us going, some flame, some hope or desire or cherished dream. It’s the reason we look forward to another day, we walk with a spring in our step (or a hitch in our hobble) and have a gleam in our eye. I guess it […]
Dec 22, 2016
Of Squirrels and Chocolate Fudge
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Glancing out of my window at a movement across the street, I saw a squirrel galloping…not scurrying nor scampering, but in a full-fledged gallop toward the maple tree in my neighbor’s yard. His frantic pace was not the only thing different about the squirrel–the tip of his tail was white. Never, in all my years, […]
Dec 10, 2016
Breakfast with Blanche
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Apple, cinnamon, raisin baked oatmeal is in the oven. The coffee is hot and strong. Come on over for breakfast! And, although the weatherman denies it, my old weather eye notices the clouds this morning and I think it looks like coming snow. I’m probably wrong, but I’ve seen the sky look like this in […]
Dec 3, 2016
The Silver Moon Knew the Old Mansion’s Secret
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The full, silver moon had looked down on some nefarious goings on at Granger Mansion, things that nobody else knew about…well, yes, maybe two other people knew and the dead man might have known, but he could never tell. Now, forty years later, someone is threatening the murderer. The secret should have been secure; but sometimes […]
Nov 30, 2016
The Neighborhood Alarm Clock Named Nemo
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Nemo sits looking up at me hopefully, short tail wagging, brown eyes beseeching. He has had food, bone, water, and gone out to do his duty. Now, why does he want to go outside again? Why, to bark, of course. He counts, among his many duties, alerting the neighborhood to the fact that it’s a new […]
Nov 25, 2016
Moonlight is a Black Friday Special
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How much of me is written into my cozy mysteries? Specifically, in Moonlight Can Be Murder, how many of Ned’s thoughts are my thoughts? Would I react to chilling situations with her courage? Probably not. But then, I doubt that anybody is going to will me a Victorian house or a bank account or a lock box with […]
