Every morn is a fresh beginning; every day is the world made new. You who are weary of sorrow and sinning, here is a wonderful hope for you, a hope for me and a hope for you. — Author Unknown I’m not much for making New Year’s Resolutions. Once upon a time, it was […]
Dec 15, 2019
Christmas Lights and Quiet Thoughts
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Our family has the tradition of lighting Advent candles on the Sundays before Christmas, then reading Scripture. The soft glow of the candle is peaceful and silent but it reflects a powerful message of hope and love. I wish that our world would stop for a moment and absorb this quietness and peace. Doesn’t Scripture […]
Aug 2, 2019
A Picture of a Past Generation
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My niece Missy sent me some copies of old photos she found among her parents’ pictures from the past. I’ve been enjoying them. They caused me to realize anew how quickly time flies and people and places we took for granted pass right along with time. This picture, for example, is of two cousins, […]
Jul 9, 2019
What’s Behind That False Front?
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Do you remember the old western movies with store buildings that had false fronts, making them appear much larger than they were? Well, people have false fronts too. For example, how many of you may be a secret cozy mystery writer and be totally without a clue? Wouldn’t you like to know? Wouldn’t it be […]
Jun 12, 2019
Ned and a Date with a Possible Murderer
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We’ve had so much rain this month and last! And, who knows about today? Things look mighty damp out there. Reading, writing–both go much better with rain. So, I’m going to grab a second cup of Folgers and see what Ned is doing over in Ednalee this morning. Last night she was about to […]
May 15, 2019
Cornered With Nowhere to Run
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An excerpt from the soon-to-be-released Moonstruck and Murderous. Ned has gotten herself cornered. I took a deep breath. I was in a tight place with little room to move. Pushing against the inglenook’s brick wall to give myself leverage, I stood up. The brick under my hand moved. What? Was the mortar so aged […]
