Does weather affect life? Indeed, it does. Flights are cancelled, trips are re-scheduled, schools are closed, plans are completely re-arranged, all because of the weather or the threat of bad weather, or earthquakes. (As a side note, last night, I saw part of an old movie about an imaginary earthquake shaking New York City. […]
Feb 24, 2020
Everything I Needed to Know, I Learned in a Cozy Mystery
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Cozy mysteries are fun to read and fun to write. If they were not, who would read or write them? As well as being fun, they are instructive. They’ve taught me several life lessons. Storms come in every life. There is no problem than cannot be solved. Perseverance wins the day. Home’s hearth fires burn […]
Feb 18, 2020
The Wind in the Trees
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The wind in the treetops this morning is making the branches restless. I wonder if it’s telling them to get ready because cold weather is on the way. Funny–wind make me feel restless too, unsettled and a trifle uneasy. Weather change or not, the birds and squirrels will be well-fed on sunflower seeds. It’s funny […]
Feb 10, 2020
Vintage Persons and Mysteries
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Some of us have reached the enviable stage of being VPs or Vintage Persons. Vintage, of course, means top of the line, quality, and something that only years can bring. Provenance! That’s what VPs have. Vintage Persons know what we like and don’t like and VPs like cozy mysteries. I don’t mean that younger […]
Jan 27, 2020
When Real Life Is Mysterious
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Real-life mysteries exist all around us-life experiences, questions without answers. These are just begging to be put into a cozy mystery, and I am happy to oblige. Take houses, for example. Old houses have a history of their own. My parents moved a few times during my childhood, so I lived in several different […]
Jan 24, 2020
It’s That Moon Again
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Here are selected excerpts from my current work-in-progress, the fourth Ned McNeil moonlight mystery. I hope you enjoy it. My dog nosed Tom’s leg, then flopped onto the floor at my feet. At least, Ulysses hadn’t growled. That was a good sign. Tom ran his hand through his hair and drew a deep breath. […]
