Once Upon a Rooftop by Blanche Day Manos All Rights Belong Solely to the Author I jump from my truck, hoist out my ladder and gaze at the chimney going up the side of the house of my very first customer. Is that chimney capped off? I understood the voice on the phone this morning […]
Oct 7, 2013
The Mysterious Maneuverings of My Meandering Mind
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I like words. They are my stock in trade. Each morning I get a word and its meaning, derivation, etc., from alphaDictionary.com. This morning’s word is degustation. It means to savor something in small bites, such as trying small portions of everything on the menu. That’s mostly how I savor sales of my books: in small bites. […]
Oct 6, 2013
It Was a Dark and Rainy Day…
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The rain yesterday didn’t dampen the enthusiasm of writers and readers who flocked to the library for the second annual Northwest Arkansas Author’s Fair. There were three rooms full of authors displaying books on many subjects, from cookbooks to fantasy. I set up my table with copies of Grave Shift, business cards, and a paper […]
Oct 5, 2013
It Was Just That Kind of Afternoon…
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The fall morning began in an ordinary way. The old yellow coffee pot gurgled in the kitchen. My mother, Flora Tucker, whistled Amazing Grace as she stirred up pancake batter and I, Darcy Campbell, had no thoughts more mysterious than sitting down at the computer as soon as I could and continuing to work on […]
Oct 4, 2013
What a Character!
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I love American history and I enjoy stories centered in historic events. What really makes those stories come alive for me are the people involved. How was my great-great grandmother affected when her husband rode away to fight in the American Civil War? What were her thoughts and fears? Was it hard to make a […]
Oct 3, 2013
Walnut Gathering at Etta, 100 Year Ago
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Sometimes I realize with a jolt that those stories Mom told me about her childhood happened a century ago. That seems incredible because they are so real in my mind. I have never fully realized that Mom and Dad grew old and I cannot dwell too long on the fact that they are no longer […]
