The Blotting Paper Syndrome

The Blotting Paper Syndrome

Long, long ago, back in the Dark Ages when I was young, we had a writing utensil known as a fountain pen. In fact, I still have one or two tucked away somewhere. The pens got the job done and worked great but they required a blotter. You see, the ink from a fountain pen had to dry or […]

The Hub of Her Existence–Conclusion

The Hub of Her Existence–Conclusion

The first half of The Hub of Her Existence was published yesterday. If you missed it, you should probably read it so this will make more sense. I don’t usually let my fancy take flight like this and I wouldn’t say it’s a happy story but I’d call it a romance and, of course, it […]

The Hub of Her Existence

The Hub of Her Existence

OK, here it is, a plain, old-fashioned spooky story I wrote more than three decades ago. This is the first half. I don’t know that I like the ending which will be tomorrow. If you have some ideas of how you’d like the story to end, please send them along in the comment section. Prepare […]

You Are a Winner, Not a Loser

You Are a Winner, Not a Loser

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts.” Sir Winston Churchill. I’ve been thinking about defeat and what is considered being defeated or failing and what is considered being a success or successful. By the time a person reaches my age, she or he has probably succeeded […]

With a Gust of Wind and a Haunted Street

With a Gust of Wind and a Haunted Street

My Folger’s coffee is hot, strong, and invigorating this morning which is a good thing. Around two a.m. my eyes popped open and stayed that way for at least an hour. Nancy Drew and a half cup of milk finally got me back to sleep but then a small, sharp nose and an insistent whine told […]

What Was That Mysterious Moan?

What Was That Mysterious Moan?

Three years ago, I wrote an article about changing real life mysteries into cozies. Here ’tis once more: How many of us remember when we were children, telling scary stories at night or listening to a spooky tale that some one else told? Those stories gave us a satisfying case of the shivers. Satisfying only because we knew […]