The Cemetery Club was my first book in the Darcy and Flora, mother and daughter series. One of their most frightening episodes was when they took the fast way down Deertrack Hill. Darcy and Flora were driving east toward Fayetteville during a rainstorm. The highway was deserted, or so they thought. As we crossed the […]
Feb 15, 2024
A New Start
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I’ve never started any of my books with a prologue or flashback. I’m considering this for my work-in-progress. What do you think? The wind was wild that night, dashing spates of rain against the hardware store tucked between the grocery and bank. It hit the three men like cold, stinging needles as they stepped out […]
Jan 27, 2024
Was That a Pet Rat?
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It’s a drizzly, chilly Saturday morning. With only one cup of Folgers down, I am in need of another. But first, let me tell you about a goofy dream. Do you dream after you go to sleep or are you one of those rare people who doesn’t dream or who doesn’t remember them? Anyway, there […]
Jan 10, 2024
A Walk Through 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 scent of ice in the air. Limbs of wild blackberries reach out to snag the unwary and moss lays a carpet of […]
Dec 18, 2023
Miss Tootsie’s Surprise Guest
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Sunday morning dawned bright and warm, as if the weather had no recollection of the dark, stormy time two days ago. Miss Tootsie sat down to a breakfast of ham and eggs, biscuits, and gravy. Sunday was a day of leisure and relaxation. With Cocoa curled in her basket in front of the wood-burning cookstove, […]
Dec 14, 2023
Beggars Would Ride
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“You know,” I said, “I was looking again at Marvie Saunder’s book.” “No, Ned,” Pat interrupted. “Remember, you’ve given that up. You’re going to let Cade and Gerald handle whatever is going on about that house. You are fixating on that book of poetry so, stop it!” Stung, I said, “What a thing […]
