The following guest blog is by my sister-in-law, Linda Day. Reading wasn’t always an enjoyable pastime. Being a tomboy and growing up in a rural area, more interesting adventures were found outside–riding bikes, wading in the creek, daydreaming under a shade tree, or trying to ride on of the calves kept in a corral. As […]
Oct 5, 2014
Remembering Reading–Eva Shipp
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Regrettably, I don’t read as much as I once did. It seems that the older I get, the less time I have to read. Or, maybe, because I am getting older and slowing down a little (a little?), it just takes me longer to do the things I once did more quickly in order to […]
Oct 2, 2014
Holding a Book in Her Hands
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As a guest blogger, Lola Ward, retired English teacher, mom and grandmother, gives her view on the joys of delving into books and the importance of reading to children. At a recent medical appointment the doctor made a comment about the hardcover novel I had brought with me to read in the waiting room. He kindly […]
Oct 1, 2014
Let Me Present…
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Brand New News for the three Darcy and Flora Cozy Mysteries: Beginning Friday, you may pre-order one, two, or all three of these books, The Cemetery Club, Grave Shift, Best Left Buried, from Pen-L Publishing for a 10% discount. The discounted prices will continue until November 1, the publication date for the three books. Several […]
Sep 24, 2014
And the Story Unfolds
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Yesterday was a day of unfolding stories and learning how some stories ended. I saw and talked with three friends from completely different backgrounds and different walks in life. I don’t see them often; in fact, I haven’t seen a couple of them in years. I caught up with news of their families and how their lives have […]
Sep 23, 2014
Once, When We Were Young
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Does anybody in the whole world remember the old song,”When You and I Were Young, Maggie?” It starts like this: “I wandered today to the hill, Maggie To watch the scene below: The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie,Where we sat in the long, long ago.” Not to wax too sentimental this early in the morning, let […]
