The worse the news and the state of world affairs, the more important become the people who are near and dear, and the ability to look at the wondrous, hopeful, absolutely delightful things of this life. Just a look around, with eyes open to possibilities, will boost your spirits. Sometimes, it seems there’s a […]
Jul 25, 2019
Perils of Poe and Poetry
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Something weird is in the air. It’s in my nose and ears and hair. Last night, I read a lot of Poe, and now, I can’t talk right no mo’. The things I say come out in rhyme; not just once, but all the time. The sun is shining, bright as can be; the whole […]
Jul 23, 2019
Soothing the Savage Beast
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This morning, a mere three cups of coffee is not clearing the cobwebs. Feeling slightly fuzzy-headed, idly, I glanced through past posts and found this one from a few years back with subtle hints for a civilized political debate. I think it might work today, too, don’t you? Some of the political discussions sound pretty […]
Jul 22, 2019
This Philosophical Feeling May Be the Coffee
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Is it the coffee? Is it the heavy warmth of summer or is it just me? For whatever reason, I’m sitting at my computer feeling philosophical this morning. I’ve learned through the years that if one is quiet, prone to brief nods or slow eye blinks, tilts the head to one side and says, “Hmm,” […]
Jul 21, 2019
Small and Crawly
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God’s Small World God made a tiny, shiny world in blades of grass and flowers, Where crickets creep and spiders spin and dewdrops fall in showers. And in this small, this crawly world are secrets and surprises. The caterpillars creeping here wear summertime disguises. No one but God could think of it; I don’t know […]
Jul 19, 2019
A Missing Woman
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Below is an excerpt from the latest Ned McNeil mystery, Moonstruck and Murderous. It is available at Pen-L.com and at Amazon.com. Happy reading! My flashlight’s beam had no trouble picking out the well-worn trail. Trees pressed in on either side and the wind moaning through them sounded like voices from another world. Sternly, I reminded […]
