I am so excited to present to you, for the first time ever on this blog, the cover picture for my soon to be released cozy mystery, By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. This follows Moonlight Can Be Murder. If you haven’t yet read this first book in the Ned McNeil series, now’s a […]
May 7, 2017
Tiptoe Through My Garden With Me
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My container garden is in full bloom, thanks to my family. Friday, the remnants of last year’s flowers still languished in flower pots, leftover leaves lay here and there, and everything was in need of help. Not this morning. This morning, the triangular area in front of my porch is awash with color and beauty, […]
May 6, 2017
Come On In For a Cup of Coffee
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As you and I sit down with a cup of coffee this morning and consider the day, how do you think we should spend it? It’s Saturday. Here in NWArkansas, the sun shines and tree shadows dapple the lawn. A robin is up early, looking for worms to feed those hungry babies he has back home […]
May 5, 2017
That Warm Feeling Is Going Around
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“Something smells good,” I said, coming in Robbie’s front door. And indeed, it did. Warm food, friendly chatter, friends eating and visiting together–that was yesterday’s monthly luncheon. We were all mindful that it was the National Day of Prayer. Some of our group were attending special services but we were very much aware of the importance […]
May 4, 2017
Speaking the Language of Yesterday
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Don’t you love it when you find someone who speaks the same language as you? I don’t mean language peculiar to any ethnic group, but people who have similar interests and enjoy talking about them. For example, history. I love history! Particularly, I love American history because America is my beloved country and I can […]
May 3, 2017
Winds of Change: Conclusion
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This is the second and final installment of my May 5, 1985 Daily Press article about the tornado which destroyed Peggs, Oklahoma on May 2, 1920. In 1920, Walter Neel lived with his parents, brothers and sisters on the Gid Morgan farm, two and a fourth miles southeast of Peggs. The storm went a mile […]
