Miss Georgia smiled as she gazed around her sunny living room on that early spring morning. Her decision to move into town had been a good one. Her friend, Abigail, lived in the middle of three houses. She was on one side of Abigail, and, on the other side, a new neighbor recently moved into […]
Jan 16, 2021
Tell Me a Story
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Tell me a story. Even now, many years later ( I mean many years) I can remember following my mom around, asking her to tell me another story. I was too young to read, so how I can remember back that many decades, I don’t know, but I still remember the absolute joy of snuggling […]
Jan 12, 2021
Coming Soon
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Coming soon to your computer screen–the next Miss Georgia mystery. Remember that Miss Georgia was thinking about her small house in the country and how she enjoyed the niceties of town living? This new mystery finds Miss Georgia moved into town, in one of the two vacant houses beside her friend Abigail. The person who […]
Jan 11, 2021
It Was On a Monday
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It was on a murky Monday, a cold, gray beginning to the work week that I sat at my computer, glancing out of the window now and then. Tree branches, black and bare, reached scraggly fingers toward the sky. A flock of blackbirds swooped in and settled on the lawn. They pecked busily at unseen […]
Dec 27, 2020
You Have to Use Your Imagination
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Imagination is a wonderful thing. With imagination, you can see things that really aren’t there. With imagination this morning, I can take a trip of about a hundred miles and a hundred years and, there I am at Etta Bend, my mother’s childhood home. I can see the farm as it was a century ago. […]
Dec 24, 2020
The Magic of a Snowfall
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Chapter 11 Miss Georgia and Abigail sat in Abigail’s warm living room, sipping tea and looking out at softly falling snow. “If this keeps up, Cab Moore will be getting out his sleigh,” Abigail said. “That old sleigh has been in his family for years. He likes to give rides to the neighborhood children.” […]
