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 24, 2017
A Cup, a Comment, and a Contest
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Today, I am announcing a small contest which involves your comment and my cup. Read on. As I am finishing By the Fright of the Silvery Moon, I am more aware of something that I’ve suspected for quite some time: Manos Meadows Mysteries sometimes are not all that cozy. I mean, they certainly have their cozy […]
Jan 23, 2017
Monday Morning and a Mystery Solved
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Yesterday morning and a small mystery: I was in the kitchen putting a quiche in the oven when I heard a loud, clanging bang. Was that the front storm door? Had I not fastened it well? As it turned out, it was the garage door. The cable that raises and lowers the door snapped and whacked […]
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 7, 2017
Peeling Back the Layers of Time
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Those of us fascinated by history like to peel back the layers of time. Year by year, century by century, people live, die, buildings are built and then fall victim to a disaster or, by chance, survive. Going forward, we add to the layers of history but going backward, ah! There is the fascination. I haven’t […]
Dec 22, 2016
Of Squirrels and Chocolate Fudge
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Glancing out of my window at a movement across the street, I saw a squirrel galloping…not scurrying nor scampering, but in a full-fledged gallop toward the maple tree in my neighbor’s yard. His frantic pace was not the only thing different about the squirrel–the tip of his tail was white. Never, in all my years, […]
