Happy 2017, everyone! Exciting news! Sound the trumpets! Stop the presses! What? Am I overjoyed at the start of a brand-new year? Well, yes, but there’s more! This morning, I am happy to be the guest blogger at http://evelyncullet.com/blog/. Being Evelyn Cullet’s first guest of the New Year is quite an honor! Check out her attractive website. Evelyn is another cozy mystery […]
Dec 29, 2016
The Deed Is Done for One More Year
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The deed is done! Yesterday, I took down the tree and packed it and the ornaments away. All the Santa gourds are off the mantel to be replaced with just…gourds, no particular season. Nemo can return to his usual sunny self because the tree no longer covers one of his napping spots. Wreaths are down, […]
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 4, 2016
An Inner Core of Firm Resolve
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https://www.amazon.com/Blanche-Day-Manos/e/B0090018EI/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 We’ve all heard, “Growing old is not for sissies.” Let me enlarge on that: “Writing is not for sissies.” Or, just about anything we want with our whole heart and have to work hard to get is not for the faint-hearted. We must have an inner core of firm resolve. Sort of like the […]
Nov 20, 2016
Who Are You, Really?
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Does writing tend to call out the real person hiding inside some of us? Are you a closet writer? Who are you, really? The birthday of Robert Louis Stevenson was just a few days ago. His family wanted him to be a lighthouse keeper. He had other ideas and pursued those dreams. I’m very glad […]
Nov 12, 2016
My Conversation with Nemo
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I groaned as I plopped into my office chair this morning. When would the bursitis in my leg go away? It hurts, it hinders, it is a nuisance, and it stifles inspiration and creativity. Looking down, I saw Nemo. He had come in from the family room, sat on the floor beside me, and looked up, […]
