Yesterday was cold and dampish, the sort of day that made you want to come in by the fireside and sit down for coffee and cookies with friends. So, that’s what we did. In this, the first meeting of the critique group since before Christmas, all were present and accounted for. We had a lot of […]
Jan 12, 2017
A Hedgehog or a Turtle Day?
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Among the gifts my children gave me at Christmas was this happy little hedgehog. He sits atop my computer and looks on with interest as I type the current suspenseful scene in By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. This hedgehog is more than he seems at first glance. He reverses, and becomes a turtle. […]
Jan 7, 2017
Peeling Back the Layers of Time
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Those of us fascinated by history like to peel back the layers of time. Year by year, century by century, people live, die, buildings are built and then fall victim to a disaster or, by chance, survive. Going forward, we add to the layers of history but going backward, ah! There is the fascination. I haven’t […]
Jan 6, 2017
Beautiful, Cold, Deep Freeze Sort of Day
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We are in a deep freeze in NW Arkansas. The snow arrived last night; not much of it in this part of the state, but more elsewhere. When I looked, the temperature was eleven degrees, but it may have dropped lower by now. Streets are slick and hazardous and schools are closed. This is the […]
Jan 1, 2017
New Year, New Guest Blog
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Happy 2017, everyone! Exciting news! Sound the trumpets! Stop the presses! What? Am I overjoyed at the start of a brand-new year? Well, yes, but there’s more! This morning, I am happy to be the guest blogger at http://evelyncullet.com/blog/. Being Evelyn Cullet’s first guest of the New Year is quite an honor! Check out her attractive website. Evelyn is another cozy mystery […]
Dec 22, 2016
Of Squirrels and Chocolate Fudge
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Glancing out of my window at a movement across the street, I saw a squirrel galloping…not scurrying nor scampering, but in a full-fledged gallop toward the maple tree in my neighbor’s yard. His frantic pace was not the only thing different about the squirrel–the tip of his tail was white. Never, in all my years, […]
