Come with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear (apologies to The Lone Ranger) and delve into a 1921 issue of The Etude, Presser’s Musical Magazine. I’m not sure where I bought this magazine but it is fascinating because it is from a much different era of America. Woodrow Wilson was President that year; […]
Jan 2, 2015
Looking Back Without Stumbling
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Sometimes, when beginning a new year, I like to look back at the old one. So, yesterday, I not only looked back at 2014, I went way, way back to 1953 and a 5-year diary my mother gave me in 1952. It was full of a young girl’s thoughts and experiences. Some of them were […]
Jan 1, 2015
My 2015 Writing Resolutions
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These writing resolutions are strictly my own and are not suggestions for other writers to follow unless, of course, the proverbial shoe fits. I firmly resolve and forswear to work hard at sharpening my writing skills by never, ever writing run-on sentences unless they are called for by content of the story or one of […]
Dec 31, 2014
Chilblains
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Well, I didn’t exactly get chilblains from staying outside so long yesterday but I did get a pretty good case of the shivers! And these were shivers caused by the cold, not by scary stories! It all came about like this: 1. I’m pretty tired of staying inside and looking out at the blah, dreary, […]
Dec 30, 2014
Surviving the Storm
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Yesterday, we left Darcy and Flora in Goshen Cemetery where they had made a grisly discovery. Today is a continuation of Chapter One of The Cemetery Club. “Somebody cut off Ben’s finger,” Mom whispered. As we stood, mesmerized by the horror in front of us, a strange silence descended on the graveyard. I raised my […]
Dec 29, 2014
A Grisly Find in the Old Graveyard
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For those of you who haven’t yet read The Cemetery Club, here is part of the first chapter that began the whole Darcy and Flora, mother and daughter sleuth series. When I awoke to sunshine, blue skies, and the fragrance of freshly perked coffee that morning, I had no inkling that a few hours later […]
