Sitting here with my hot cup of Folgers, looking out at a, to be honest, rather drab world, I see Annie and Midge walking up the hill. Annie takes long strides, going at a good clip, and Midge’s little legs work double time to keep up. I really have no idea whether the woman’s name is […]
Jan 12, 2017
A Hedgehog or a Turtle Day?
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Among the gifts my children gave me at Christmas was this happy little hedgehog. He sits atop my computer and looks on with interest as I type the current suspenseful scene in By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. This hedgehog is more than he seems at first glance. He reverses, and becomes a turtle. […]
Dec 17, 2016
Snowflakes on the Tree
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The tree is fully decorated now–my mother’s crocheted snowflakes are on it. Somehow, when I put decorations on the tree December 1, I couldn’t find the boxes of my mother’s snowflakes. Where were they? Well, yesterday, I found them tucked away safely inside another box and now the tree looks finished, completed, and ready to […]
Oct 10, 2016
Pensively Speaking
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This time of year sometimes brings on a bout of nostalgia, pensively speaking. One of my favorite poems, October’s Bright Blue Weather by Helen Hunt Jackson, describes the kind of weather we’ve been having lately. O sun and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together, Love loveth best of all the year […]
Sep 17, 2016
Ramblin’ Rose
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Two More Days Until the Launch of Grave Heritage! I am pleased to announce this morning, that I am a guest on Janet K. Brown’s blog site. I hope you’ll drop in for a visit. Thanks, Janet, for the opportunity to guest on your blog. Yesterday was a little of this and a bit of […]
Apr 29, 2016
Is It Really Morning?
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What a great morning for a cozy mystery! The morning is as dark as twilight; thunder grumbles through the heavens and the whole scene is punctuated with flashes of lightning. I love mornings like this! My neighbor’s car hurries down the hill, a dark shape with headlights shimmering on the wet street. Nemo hears the […]
