Does anybody remember actual, old paper road maps? They were folded just so, and when traveling, I would unfold only the part I needed to find the right route. Life is like that–unfolding a little at a time, depending upon how far along we are on our journey, re-folding what isn’t needed any more. Once, years […]
Feb 3, 2017
A Warm Welcome on a Cold Day
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What could be better than a warm welcome on a cold day? Fran used to hold monthly luncheons for women who enjoyed getting together for food, Fran’s friendly home, and lots of lively conversation. Last year, Fran and her husband moved out of state. We sorely miss her, but Robbie has taken over the monthly luncheons […]
Jan 27, 2017
At the End of a Windswept Day
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I’m actually writing this Thursday evening, not Friday morning, although that’s when you’ll be reading it, probably. This has been a windswept day, pretty chilly, but what made it really nippy was an enthusiastic wind that enjoyed chilling the bones of anyone who got out in it. The sky looks so pretty this evening. It’s […]
Jan 21, 2017
Staring into the Face of Evil
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Black hair threaded with gray, dark-eyed and with scruffy beards, these two stared down at me for several seconds before one of them spoke. “Miz McNeil?” asked the older gentleman. “Yes. Do I know you?” The man laughed, a sound like dry leaves crackling underfoot. “No, I doubt that you do or would want to. […]
Jan 19, 2017
A Cold, Dampish, Winter Day Warmed by Cozy Critters
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Yesterday was cold and dampish, the sort of day that made you want to come in by the fireside and sit down for coffee and cookies with friends. So, that’s what we did. In this, the first meeting of the critique group since before Christmas, all were present and accounted for. We had a lot of […]
Jan 8, 2017
The Carriage House Lives Again
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If you’ll remember, in Moonlight Can Be Murder, Ned McNeil’s carriage house burned to the ground. In its day, it had been quite a place and it figured pretty heavily in the mystery surrounding Granger Mansion. The burned-down building weighed on Ned’s mind, reminding her of recent unsavory happenings, so she had it re-built, true […]
