Rain! Yellow leaves on the ground, the brown grass. The remnants of summer flowers are soaking it up, relishing the feel of water. It’s a perfect day for writing that third Ned McNeil cozy mystery. What would you do if you were ready to settle in for a snug time at home (like today or […]
Nov 14, 2017
The God of Starting Over AGain
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When I was a little girl, lo! and these many years ago, I wrote stories. I started young. My stories probably resembled soap operas. They would go on and on, the plot would become so involved, that I had no idea how I was going to get the characters out of their muddle, so, I […]
Nov 12, 2017
The Lord’s Will and You and Me
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Some people agonize over the Lord’s will for their lives. These are good people, well-meaning, honestly-searching people. There are callings on people’s lives–the call to become a pastor, a missionary, a teacher, a homemaker, a mom or a dad. But, I don’t think it is terribly hard to find God’s plan for each person; it […]
Nov 11, 2017
Eleventh Day, Eleventh Month, Eleventh Hour, Armistice
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It has been a long time since the Armistice was signed in 1918. My mother, Susie Latty Day, was a little girl at the time but she remembered it vividly, always, and what a time of rejoicing it was. This was The Great War, the War to End All Wars, the world would be at […]
Nov 10, 2017
There’s Nothing Mysterious About It!
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Here is a puzzle that’s easy to solve; in fact, there’s nothing mysterious about it. What event will come around in 45 more days? It arrives every year, same time. Christmas is just around the corner and I haven’t started my shopping! Have you? How about a book as a gift? Would you like to […]
Nov 9, 2017
If You or I Were a Mouse in the House
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If I had been a mouse yesterday, scurrying around my house, I might have heard the chatter of four women who got together over coffee and black-bottom cupcakes around the hundred-year old table in my dining room. If I had been a cat, I would have headed for the cushion in front of the fireplace […]
