It’s an Ireland kind of morning. A mist rises over rivers and lakes. The ground is damp with rain, the air is crisp and cool. Beneath the stillness and calm, mystery lurks. Always, mystery, reminding me of that distant, enchanting island nestled like a green emerald in the Irish Sea. One of the fascinating […]
Apr 2, 2019
When Grandma Bohannon Came to Etta Bend
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The Heritage of Etta Bend and Remembering Etta Bend are books of the stories of my mother’s childhood on a thriving Oklahoma farm in the last century. My cousin Carolyn Cochran Karinen drew the cover pictures for both books. Then, as now, everyone was glad to see signs of spring and know that the long […]
Apr 1, 2019
A Tat Here, A Tat There
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You’ll never guess what special day falls on April 1. Sure, I know it’s April Fool’s Day and hope and energy are in the air as well as a lot of jokes about shoe laces being untied. But April 1 is also International Tatting Day! Honestly. I’ll bet you knew that already. I love tatting. […]
Mar 29, 2019
The End Has Come
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The last edit is finished and Moonstruck is complete. The good guys were triumphant as the bad guys met defeat. Ned had an adventure and writing it was fun, but I’ve got that empty feeling, now that it’s said and done. I guess I might be lonely for fictitious Ednalee and Ned and Pat […]
Mar 26, 2019
It Scared Even Me
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When a mystery scares the author, its ranking on the fright level goes way up. In places, Moonstruck and Murderous scared even me, its creator. It is not for the faint-hearted. Ned McNeil has a knack for getting into tight places. Some of this is due to her own carelessness or being too trusting; […]
Mar 23, 2019
The Body in the Cemetery
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It was a spring day when Darcy and Flora went to Goshen Cemetery. It was a little later than it is now–May, in fact. It would soon be time for the annual Decoration Day at the Cemetery and Flora, being on the Cemetery Board, wanted to make sure everything was in readiness. Birds sang, the […]
