Dignity in defeat and graciousness in victory. I’ve often wished, if I could go back in time, that I might have been present that day, April 9, 1865, in the parlor of Wilmer McLean of Appomattox Court House, Virginia. I would like to have seen General Robert E. Lee, tall and erect, dressed in dignity […]
Apr 9, 2022
Those Were the Days
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Yesterday, just a chance remark when my brother and I were talking led me to think of olden days and dig out a little blue plastic box. In that box, I had stuck a few things from my much, much younger days. It was a fun, light-hearted journey as I remembered putting them there. There […]
Mar 16, 2022
A Leprechaun Luncheon
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It’s fun to remember special times and special people. Fran was one of those special people. This is a look back at six years ago and Fran’s St. Pat’s Day lunch. Fran’s luncheons were always a treat and the March get-together was no exception. St. Patrick’s Day was the theme so tables were decked in […]
Mar 7, 2022
March or Madness or Both
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This month, I’ll be highlighting my March mystery, Moonstruck and Murderous. March, that year, was different. For one thing, there were two full moons–a month of a blue moon–and everyone knows that anything can happen during a month like that. Just ask Pat, one of Ned McNeil’s closest friends. It all started when Ned […]
Feb 28, 2022
In My Mother’s Bible
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In uncertain times, we need an anchor, something unchangeable that we can cling to. It helps to have reminders that people have gone through hard times before now and survived. One of my nieces is interested in learning about family history. In trying to answer her questions, I turned to the place where our family […]
Dec 16, 2021
Winter Woods
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Wintertime trees are honest trees, stark and bare, their dark branches rising in graceful shapes. Nothing is hidden, all is in plain sight. There’s something bracing about walking through winter woods with the limbs of wild blackberries reaching out to snag the passerby and soft moss carpeting the rocks. A chill breeze blows away cobwebs […]
