“You’re a grand old flag,” wrote George Cohan. I agree. Grand and beautiful and representative of freedom. Let’s stop a moment on this Flag Day to think about what our national banner means. To me, the Star Spangled Banner represents my Irish ancestors who left their own beautiful homeland and a heritage of centuries past, to […]
Jun 11, 2016
Where the Lost Things Are
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My friend Jane has some interesting dreams and sometimes uses them in a story or poem. I do too, occasionally. Last night, I had a most interesting dream about a 1967 Ford Mustang. My husband and I bought the Mustang brand-new, straight off the showroom floor. It was beautiful, small, shiny brown with a leather-look brown interior […]
Jun 5, 2016
Chasing Away the Shadows
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Such an absolutely beautiful Sunday morning! Not a leaf stirs as the sun dapples them with gold and shadow. On my neighbor’s driveway, a rabbit with wet feet stops and does a bit of drying off. Two squirrels chase each other around the maple. In the back yard, the little robin family is out for an […]
May 26, 2016
Incredibly Creative Critters
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Yesterday afternoon, after a pretty impressive thunderstorm, we Cozy Critters met once more. These friends never fail to amaze and inspire me. Carolyn is a a writer and an artist. She shared with us a graduation card she had painted and written for her grandson. This was top-quality stuff! Then, she read her work in progress, Silly […]
May 4, 2016
A Shiver, a Shudder, and a Creepy Feeling
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Someone once told me she wasn’t sure my books were cozies. Surprising. I thought they were. Then, I realized she meant that sometimes they lost their coziness and became downright scary. I agree they aren’t exactly bedtime stories. Here are some random excerpts, taken from Moonlight Can Be Murder: Ulysses stood, white fangs bared. Why didn’t Vermouth […]
May 1, 2016
Dish Washin’ Ballad
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When I’m feeling down and blue, can’t find a sunbeam peeking through, And naught I see but gray and gloom, my thoughts return to a sunny room. My mother’s kitchen is where I go to relive times I used to know, When lots of loved ones gathered in; friends and family, kith and kin. Mom’s kitchen was […]
