The Lovely Gift of Listening

The Lovely Gift of Listening

Listening to someone, really listening and hearing what is said, can be the best gift you can give, and it doesn’t cost a dime, just a bit of your time. Recently, a friend suffered a traumatic event. She mentioned it in our conversation and I told her how sorry I was and how glad that […]

Remembering Daddy

    Today is my dad’s birthday. I’ve written about him a lot, both here and in my books. Only, he wasn’t called by his name, Bob Day, rather, he showed up here and there as admirable traits in male characters, especially the heroes, because that’s what he was– my hero. I can’t resist mixing […]

A Crash Above Our Heads

A Crash Above Our Heads

Nemo and I were watching television last night (well, I was watching a nature video and reading; Nemo was sort of doing neither) when, with no warning, directly over the house, came a loud CRASH. I looked at my suddenly alert dog. “Was that thunder?”  “Dumb question,” he said. “What else?”  And, that was the […]

Who Knew or Cared?

Who Knew or Cared?

  John Churchill, Duke of Marlborough defeated the French and Bavarians on August 2, 1704. Who knew? And, today, who cares? But, if you were the Duke or his British soldiers at that time, you cared a lot! If any one individual was ever the inspirations for stories of intrigue, mystery, action, or romance, it was […]

The Murky Mind of a Mystery Writer

The Murky Mind of a Mystery Writer

I knew a long time ago that I was a little different, but I kept it a secret. I had a big, heaping helping of curiosity. I wanted to know things. I wanted to dig past the surface and find out what lay underneath. Why did things happen as they did? For a long time, […]

A Small Peek at Moonstruck

A Small Peek at Moonstruck

I had a feeling there was no use in responding to Miss Evangeline, because she was what my father used to call, “wound up.” She wanted me to listen, so that’s what I did. Without warning, she grabbed my arm. I jumped. She whispered, “Shh. What was that? Did you hear anything, Nettie?” Her grip […]