It took a while to recognize it. Sometime during the night, it must have started. It’s the sound of rain! Drumming on the roof, dancing off the deck, sluicing down the windows, rain! The street is a-glimmer; shimmers of lightning dance across wet pavement. Trees and flowers stand silently, lifting grateful arms to the dark […]
Aug 11, 2019
That Powerful moon
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The powerful moon causes the tides, but does it also influence people? We are, after all, from 50% to 75% water. If it does, that could explain how behavior changes under a full moon. As a kindergarten teacher, I dreaded those days when the moon was full, the lunchroom had doughnuts for breakfast, and […]
Aug 10, 2019
Hidden Away, There It Should Stay
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An Odd Discovery It was cold that January morning and Darcy was not in the best frame of mind to leave the warm kitchen and her steaming cup of coffee to go out to the country where Cub was digging the foundation for their new house. He had sounded dramatic, like he had uncovered the […]
Aug 6, 2019
A Little Philosophy and Murder
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Sometimes, Ned, Pat and Jackie are philosophers. As my friend Jane once said, good friends are doctors and scientists and, well, I’m not quoting her correctly, but most of all, friends are there for each other. So, these three have their own thoughts about what causes a person to go bad. This is from Moonstruck […]
Aug 4, 2019
A Frightfully Wonderful Deal
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This post was written two years ago! Hard to believe that two years have passed since Ned’s second cozy mystery, and now a third one has joined the first two cozies: Moonstruck and Murderous. But, guess what? Today and today ONLY, this second Ned mystery, By the Fright of the Silvery Moon, is FREE […]
Jul 19, 2019
A Missing Woman
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Below is an excerpt from the latest Ned McNeil mystery, Moonstruck and Murderous. It is available at Pen-L.com and at Amazon.com. Happy reading! My flashlight’s beam had no trouble picking out the well-worn trail. Trees pressed in on either side and the wind moaning through them sounded like voices from another world. Sternly, I reminded […]
