We’ve been together for a good while–Darcy Campbell and Flora Tucker and me. Ned McNeil I’ve known not as long but she has become a good friend too. All three women exist only in my imagination and in the pages of books but, in a way, they are real. Maybe they are real to you too. […]
Sep 2, 2016
Mystery Package in the Mail
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Yesterday, the mailman brought a mystery package. No, the package wasn’t mysterious but inside the cardboard covering lay a mystery–Grave Heritage! It is actually my proof. I must now read for a final error check before it is published September 19. Naturally, I had to show it off to my family. This is my daughter-in-law […]
Jun 7, 2016
The Robin Who Refused to Leave Home
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Home is many things to many people. Generally speaking, it’s a place where one feels loved, accepted, safe, and happy. Never having been a bird, but observing them flying about, I’d say home for them is usually a warm, high nest with plenty of worms or seeds or mealworms. Mealworms? Not in a robin’s natural diet but […]
May 9, 2016
Within the Walls of a Mystery
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Old houses have a certain mystique and charm that newer houses do not possess. I enjoy looking at them in person and I also like to read descriptions of them when they are offered for sale. Of course, only positives are stressed; the fine workmanship, the many rooms, the connection with the past. Negative aspects […]
Aug 7, 2015
Reflections
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When one lies in a hard, unyielding hospital bed, one has time for reflection. Anyway, I did. I reflected on how nice home is and how much I liked the comfortable, familiar routine of my days at home. (And how much I missed my own bed.) I also had time to read. We’ve talked several […]
Jul 22, 2015
Hospitality
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Hospitality:taking care of your guests, anticipating their needs. So says the dictionary. It’s easy to see how the word hospital relates or hospice or hostel. But, doesn’t that sound kind of cold and sterile to you? It does to me simply because I can’t see the smiling faces or the warm handshakes or hugs that go […]
