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 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 17, 2017
A Legacy of Reading
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What is your legacy? What did you inherit? What was handed down to you from someone in your past? A hefty bank account? A home? A prized possession? Or, was it something more intangible and even more precious? I like watching The Antiques Roadshow. It’s always heart-warming when an item is brought to the show […]
Jan 15, 2017
Tribal Customs
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Routines are nice as long as they don’t become ruts. Routines are not the same as schedules. A schedule seems rather inflexible and fixed, but a routine is a pattern that gives meaning to a day. Routines are more like tribal customs. In the dim, dark ages that many people have never experienced, those days before […]
