What is there about a soft, summer night, just after the sun goes down and before full darkness tiptoes through the town? Leaves stir with a passing breeze and flowers lift glistening blossoms to feel one last ray of the sun’s warmth. The rabbit who lives under the storage building gives last minute instructions […]
Jun 10, 2019
Manos Meanderings on a Monday Morning
By · Leave a Comment
Good Monday morning, all you early bird coffee and tea drinkers. Did you read a cozy mystery over the weekend? Want to hear a confession? I’ve discovered a young adult writer and am devouring her books, one after the other. It was a long, long time ago that I was a young adult, so […]
Jun 7, 2019
And What Is So Rare as a Sunny Day?
By · Leave a Comment
Rain running in rivulets down the driveway and into the street, raindrops spattering the deck and sliding off leaves, rain drumming, drumming on the roof–it’s a great way to start the day. Sunny days are getting to be a rarity. I’m excited about the upcoming release of Moonstruck and Murderous. Soon, I’ll reveal the […]
Jun 6, 2019
Saying Good-bye to a Cozy Critter
By · Leave a Comment
(Cover picture is by Jane Barron.) We filled the round booth in the back corner of the cafe. A bouquet of flowers sat on the table. Gathered around were five Cozy Critters, Carolyn, Peg, Nancy, Jane, and me. We laughed, took pictures, and ate. But, at the center of it all was a bit of […]
Jun 4, 2019
Invaders from an Alien World
By · Leave a Comment
Ants are on my cabinet, mosquitoes at the door; Summertime has come at last. Who could ask for more? I don’t know if they are coming in to escape the rain, or if the rain is causing them to multiply. Maybe each raindrop is a tiny capsule filled with baby mosquitoes and ants. Maybe they […]
Jun 3, 2019
An Early June Morning
By · Leave a Comment
What is there about an early spring morning before the sun comes up, when the grass is soggy with yesterday’s rain? Everything is hushed and listening for the robin’s song and the dove’s call to announce a new beginning. Leaves are still except when the whisper of a breeze stirs them. The wonder of it […]
