Another past President has died. President George H. W. Bush died last night in Texas. It’s always sad to see someone go and remember the times that were associated with him. Indeed, the storms roared through last night. Tornadoes touched down in places. A friend in Oklahoma had major damage from the tornado, but, […]
Nov 30, 2018
It May Be a Dark and Stormy Night
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The little lost owl is found! It’s an answer to prayer. I should have realized that this owl, who likes dark places and has wonderful night vision, might be hiding in a place where it felt at ease. That’s where I found it at last–under some sweaters and against the baseboard in a closet. […]
Nov 29, 2018
Lunch with Cozy Critters
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Nancy, Jane, Peg, and I held our critique over plates of food and coffee yesterday. Will this get to be a trend? Will we continue to meet at our friendly restaurant to discuss books, writing, speaking, and all things in between? Only time will tell. Jane had just returned from a fascinating trip. She and […]
Nov 28, 2018
Coming Home at Night
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As you read your favorite books, I’m sure there are certain parts that you enjoy more than others; maybe, you read them more than once. The same is true of authors:, at least, it is true of this author. The following excerpt is from the fourth Darcy and Flora cozy mystery, Grave Heritage. I […]
Nov 27, 2018
The Monster Roaming the Countryside
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The wind, Sunday, was a monster, tossing leaves here and there, scooting them down the street, swirling them in piles in the corners of buildings, flinging them back into the trees. It was cold, relentless, unfeeling, tugging at people’s coats, carrying away the furry hats, breathing its shivery breath down collars. It blew up […]
Nov 25, 2018
No Way to Have a Wedding
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The pastor seemed to grasp onto that word, accident. “Yes”, he said. “That’s it.” Tears filled Della’s eyes and coursed down her cheeks. “Is he all right?” she whispered. Squirt hurried to Della and knelt in front of her. “You’ve gotta be brave, Della.” “Well, where is he?” she demanded, jumping […]
