It’s a drizzly, chilly Saturday morning. With only one cup of Folgers down, I am in need of another. But first, let me tell you about a goofy dream. Do you dream after you go to sleep or are you one of those rare people who doesn’t dream or who doesn’t remember them? Anyway, there […]
Jan 18, 2024
A Mystery Solved?
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Agnes wrapped her arms around herself as she sat at the table. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop shaking and she didn’t think she’d ever be warm again. The sheriff opened his hand and let fall a small, circular object onto the table. Candlelight glinted on gold beneath the accumulated grime. Agnes […]
Jan 4, 2024
Moms, Daughters, and Mysteries
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I’ve heard women say, “I don’t want to become my mother as I grow older.” What? How sad. If someone tells me I’m like my mom, I consider it a huge compliment. My mother and I were best friends. I think you’d have liked her. If you never had that privilege, you can get just […]
Jan 3, 2024
The Warm Feeling of Home
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I think within us there’s a love for the sincerity of a smile, the familiarity of people and a certain place, the knowledge that we are welcome. Do you ever return to a well-loved book because it offers that comfort? I do and I find that feeling in mysteries by Mary Roberts Rinehart. How many […]
Dec 27, 2023
Deep Into the Why
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“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.” – Edgar Allan Poe. Poe’s The Raven has been taken apart and analyzed, looked […]
Dec 20, 2023
That First Hello
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We’ve all heard, “First impressions are lasting impressions.” A writer works hard to create a good first impression when you, the reader, crack open her book. Below are beginning sentences from each of my cozies, which, hopefully, create a good first impression. Moonlight Can Be Murder: My car’s headlights cut a yellow swath through the […]
