What Lay Beneath the Moonlight? An ancient church, deserted now, lay in a silv’ry light, Keeping watch o’er those who slept throughout the silent night. Did shadows move among the stones, was evil lurking near? Or was it just the moonlight and an old, remembered fear? Secrets lay beneath the soil that none alive now […]
Jan 18, 2018
A Blessing for a Cozy Mystery Writer
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A Blessing for a Cozy Mystery Writer by Blanche Day Manos The Lord bless thy pen, that it runneth not dry, And thy curiosity and asking why. The Lord forgive thy nosiness And all thy prying may He bless. May he bless thy characters and plot, And thy sales, that they be a lot! May […]
Dec 23, 2017
A First Sifting of Snow
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The view from my front room window is different this morning–lawns are covered in white. So far, we don’t have much but it sure is pretty. It makes the darkness light, covers over the not-so-pretty things, and paints the world with peace and beauty, As we hurry to do last minute chores to get ready […]
Aug 29, 2017
A Great Review at Summer’s End
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Sometimes something comes along to really lift the spirits and cause the sunshine to be just a tad brighter. That’s what happened yesterday when Deb Forbes posted her review of By the Fright of the Silvery Moon on her blogpost, Mystery Reading Nook. The first thing I noticed when I clicked on http://mysteryreadingnook.blogspot.com was the book Deb […]
Jun 25, 2017
And What Is So Rare As a Day in June?
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Then, if ever, come perfect days…Yesterday was one of those rare, perfect days spoken of in the poem by James Russell Lowell. The weather was perfect and that set the tone for the day. I sat on the deck and began reading again, for the third or fourth time, The Red Lamp by Mary Roberts […]
May 12, 2017
Is It Morning Yet?
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Morning is here, but you couldn’t tell by looking. It’s dark! It’s rainy! Once again, Nemo looks up at me with apologetic eyes and says there’s no way he’s going out in a downpour. I explain that he could run out, do the necessary, dash back in and have a nice, crunchy bone as a […]
