Yesterday, I finished the final edit of Grave Heritage and sent it to my publisher. Funny thing, toward the last of the book, when Darcy and Flora are running from a killer and a flooded creek is between them and safety, I forgot that I was supposed to be checking for typos. Realizing I was […]
Aug 29, 2016
A Fellow Traveler Who Cared
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Yesterday’s Sunday School lesson centered around the story of the Good Samaritan. We’ve read it many times and criticized the callousness of the priest and the Levite as they passed by a man who had been beaten and robbed and left for dead on the roadside. The priest and Levite would have considered the Samaritan their inferior, […]
Aug 28, 2016
Afterglow from The Red Lamp
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Good morning. Glancing out the window at the weather wand, I notice it points decidedly downward. So, we’re bound to have rain before too long. A rainy day is a wonderful time for coffee and a chat with a friend. Of course, a topic of interest is books: favorite genres, memorable mysteries, books that tend to make one […]
Aug 27, 2016
Home for Christmas
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Nettie wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas with her uncle, Javin Granger, her last living relative. It had been forty years since she and her family left her hometown of Ednalee, Oklahoma; now, she was back, hiding from an experience in Atlanta and needing the peace and quiet of the old Victorian house her […]
Aug 21, 2016
Sauntering Into Sunday
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Sauntering is ambling, meandering, sort of a slow, easy, lazy gait. This early in the morning, with my first cup of coffee unfinished before me, I am definitely sauntering into Sunday. No headlong rush for me! Enthusiasm for the launch of Grave Heritage (September 19) continues. Pre-order from my publisher and enter for a chance to […]
Aug 18, 2016
With Fear and Trembling
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With fear and trembling, I entered the small room and sat down in a chair only to be lent backward to a prone position. A bright light shone on my face. Was this the Inquisition? I’d answer any question just to be up and out of there. My heart thumped wildly. Every muscle stretched to a trembling tautness. […]
