This morning I am beginning the day with my ritual of drinking coffee but one thing is different–an owl mug, a gift from Dayla’s girls. That owl holds a lot of coffee and I rather think he is pleased to be useful. Rituals! Isn’t it funny the way we establish them without even meaning to? […]
May 12, 2017
Is It Morning Yet?
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Morning is here, but you couldn’t tell by looking. It’s dark! It’s rainy! Once again, Nemo looks up at me with apologetic eyes and says there’s no way he’s going out in a downpour. I explain that he could run out, do the necessary, dash back in and have a nice, crunchy bone as a […]
Apr 16, 2017
Easter Morning and the Easter Egg Tree
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The following story is an excerpt from The Heritage of Etta Bend, a story my mother told me about her childhood in northeast Oklahoma. The “I” is my mother, Susie Latty Day. I thought it was appropriate for this Easter, 102 years after it happened. Mom told me this story and I wrote it to […]
Jan 23, 2017
Monday Morning and a Mystery Solved
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Yesterday morning and a small mystery: I was in the kitchen putting a quiche in the oven when I heard a loud, clanging bang. Was that the front storm door? Had I not fastened it well? As it turned out, it was the garage door. The cable that raises and lowers the door snapped and whacked […]
Dec 20, 2016
Tuesday Morning Medley
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With all the reports from friends of lovely things baking, I am convicted. Today, I must at least stir up some chocolate fudge. I like the old-fashioned kind that’s just cocoa, sugar, vanilla, butter, and milk. It isn’t hard at all, just takes a long time and when it reaches soft-ball stage, it requires a […]
Apr 29, 2016
Is It Really Morning?
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What a great morning for a cozy mystery! The morning is as dark as twilight; thunder grumbles through the heavens and the whole scene is punctuated with flashes of lightning. I love mornings like this! My neighbor’s car hurries down the hill, a dark shape with headlights shimmering on the wet street. Nemo hears the […]
