My brothers, Thurman, Tracy, and Richard, my brother-in-law Ray served in the Navy; my husband in the Army; my nephew Clint joined the Marines. They all came back home, all except Clint. We lost him to an awful place called Viet Nam. I think of Clint often and especially on Memorial Day. The United States […]
May 28, 2022
Talk to Them
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This morning, I got up thinking about children and their importance. If you are fortunate enough to have children or grandchildren, nieces or nephews, let me assure you that they are more important than anyone or anything else in this world. We all love our kids, but sometimes in the rush and pressure of job […]
May 27, 2022
Hope
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What would we do without hope? It’s more than a wish–it’s a yearning and a belief that somewhere, out in the future, things will get better. Hope rises with the sun each morning, but it doesn’t set as the sun sinks westward. Hope lives on, through even the darkest night. As the sun slid westward […]
May 26, 2022
Stopped at the Candy Aisle
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I went to the store this morning, meaning to make a quick dash in for only a couple of items. As I rolled my cart by the candy aisle, I, of course, paused and remembered that my candy dish was empty. As I surveyed all the tempting items, a little, white-haired lady stopped and eyed […]
May 25, 2022
Incomprehension
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In the wake of that horrible happening in Texas yesterday, I hesitate to write this morning. As a mom, grandma, and once-upon-a-time school teacher, my mind boggles at the unending pain and wrecked lives, those young and beautiful children whose future has ended, and for the murdered adults. For their loved ones, I don’t believe […]
May 24, 2022
Or, Doesn’t It Matter?
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I’m simultaneously doing two things: re-reading one of my favorite mysteries by Mary Roberts Rinehart and starting to write a new cozy mystery, new protagonists this time. Not Ned and not Darcy and Flora. Maybe it’s because I’m stuck in an earlier time zone, although I actually wasn’t born at the time Miss Rinehart wrote […]
