Mallory’s heart pounded in her throat as she stood and turned in a slow circle, wondering which direction to go, trying to see through the gloom. It was hopeless; never had she seen the mist so thick and dark, but panic urged her into the night, searching for Maureen and that high, keening cry. The man, that […]
Nov 8, 2014
A Wacky Worrier
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I have a tendency to worry. I know that worry is interest paid on borrowed trouble. I know that worry is useless and 95% of the things a person worries about never happens. I know that worry is a waste of time. Nevertheless, I worry. Maybe it’s because I want people to behave in an […]
Jul 27, 2014
Arkansas Loon Flies to Minnesota
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A story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. So does a gourd. A gourd starts with a seed, just as a story starts with the germ of an idea. The similarity between a gourd and a story is interesting. Among my stash of gourds, I searched until I found one whose bottom part resembled […]
Feb 7, 2014
Hidden From Our View
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The world outside my window this morning seems to be waiting. Being a mystery writer and naturally suspicious, I ask, “Waiting for what?” Roof tops and lawns are still covered with snow although most of the street is clear–most, I emphasize, because certainly there are many hazardous spots. The parking lot of a store I visited […]
Dec 21, 2013
Getting Older Has Its Charms
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Rain is falling steadily on my little corner of Arkansas but that’s OK. So far, the temperature is above freezing although we do have a freezing rain/ice warning going. Believe it or not, thunder woke me last night, echoing around the heavens and bouncing off the clouds. That must have been the arriving cold air […]
Dec 12, 2013
Precious and Priceless Peace
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The older I get, the more I enjoy the blessing of peace; not just peace, mind you, but peace that comes of being free and contented and pursuing my own dreams. In school, we learned about “pax romana” or the peace that Rome imposed upon conquered nations. That is not peace at all but a seething […]
