My friend Edgar Allen Squirrel dropped by yesterday. He’s a very quiet sort of individual, keeps to himself. He comes without fanfare, stays a while, then leaves as mysteriously as he arrives. I wasn’t aware of his presence until, while washing dishes, I glanced out of my kitchen window. There he was, in a patch […]
Nov 28, 2018
Coming Home at Night
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As you read your favorite books, I’m sure there are certain parts that you enjoy more than others; maybe, you read them more than once. The same is true of authors:, at least, it is true of this author. The following excerpt is from the fourth Darcy and Flora cozy mystery, Grave Heritage. I […]
Nov 25, 2018
No Way to Have a Wedding
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The pastor seemed to grasp onto that word, accident. “Yes”, he said. “That’s it.” Tears filled Della’s eyes and coursed down her cheeks. “Is he all right?” she whispered. Squirt hurried to Della and knelt in front of her. “You’ve gotta be brave, Della.” “Well, where is he?” she demanded, jumping […]
Nov 24, 2018
The Altared Wedding
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“Della Louise, if you don’t hold still, I swear I’m going to stick you,” I said, trying to pin the pink rose corsage on Della’s silver-colored silk suit. Della giggled. “I probably couldn’t feel it if you did. For goodness sake, I’m not a starry-eyed bride, but I’m so jittery, just as giddy […]
Nov 21, 2018
Ned’s Close Encounter of the Decker Kind
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Among all my Thanksgiving blessings, I am thankful for you, the friends of Darcy, Flora, and Ned. This morning, I’m posting a chapter from By the Fright of the Silvery Moon, when Ned was thankful to just be alive. Chapter 5 The next day passed peacefully. I kept an eye out for questionable people, invited […]
Nov 15, 2018
Terror in the Moonlight
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Ulysses’ low growl woke me. Groggily, I turned over and opened my eyes. “What is it, Ulysses?” I whispered as I dropped my hand to his head. He stood stiff and alert on the floor beside my bed. Moonlight flooded the room, making it seem almost like day. What was happening outside? It was of interest […]
