When the earth shifts under your feet, what do you do? Who do you turn to? I hear a lot about earthquakes nowadays, those in Oklahoma where previously they were rare, those around the world causing tsunamis and devastation, and, of course, in California, people keep talking about the coming “big one.” The physical shaking […]
Nov 27, 2016
No Room for Regrets or Recriminations
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The leaves are falling from the trees, in a hurry to leave their spring and summer home and take up residence on the ground. At this time of year, it is easy to let melancholy thoughts creep in. Warm weather with its flowers and activities is past, over and done with! So, like the puppies in […]
Nov 26, 2016
A Special Touch of Magic in the Air
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A special touch of magic is in the air…something fleeting, warm, and lovely. It must be the whisper of a coming special day–Christmas! Thanks to all of you who made Black Friday for Moonlight Can Be Murder a cozy success! For one day only, it was 99 cents on Amazon and now it is scheduled to […]
Nov 25, 2016
Moonlight is a Black Friday Special
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How much of me is written into my cozy mysteries? Specifically, in Moonlight Can Be Murder, how many of Ned’s thoughts are my thoughts? Would I react to chilling situations with her courage? Probably not. But then, I doubt that anybody is going to will me a Victorian house or a bank account or a lock box with […]
Nov 22, 2016
Words Are Weapons Too
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Was it really fifty-three years ago? How strange it seems to look back at the assassination of John F. Kennedy and realize it was so long ago. For those of us old enough to remember, we know where we were and what we were doing when we heard the unbelievable words that the President of […]
Nov 21, 2016
One Wheel’s Off of the Little Red Wagon
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Axle grease–a few years ago, it came in a can. It was black, tarry stuff that you smeared on the axle of a wheel to keep everything greased and going along as it should. Neglect it, and the wheel would start to squeak and, at last, fall off. Manners, courtesy, behavior–they’re sort of like axle grease, […]
