We’ve all experienced the feeling of sadness and impatience as we read the last page of a captivating book, close it, and return to the real world. The feeling is much the same for an author as she finishes writing the current cozy mystery. Grave Heritage is reaching its conclusion. Darcy and Flora have experienced […]
Jan 23, 2016
Winter Storms and Old Man Winter
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To all my visitors along the east coast, please stay safe and warm this weekend. Don’t take chances with Old Man Winter’s frigid blast. Weather fascinates me. That’s why I weave weather into my cozy mysteries. That, and the fact that you, the reader, deserve to know what Darcy and Flora and Ned are dealing with. […]
Jan 19, 2016
Murderously Mysterious
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Isn’t it interesting that common, ordinary, everyday things can somehow be involved in mysteries? Isn’t it odd that a peaceful scene of trees, creek, and grassy hills are an alien landscape, unknown and frightening when they are covered in fog? How could a gold ring and a legend incite someone to murder? And, a letter […]
Jan 18, 2016
Commemoration
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Yesterday, January 17, was National Sanctity of Human Life Day, a commemoration of the importance of life. President Reagan first set aside this day in 1984 in remembrance of unborn children who are killed by abortion. Presidents H. W. Bush and George Bush continued this observance. To me, it’s sad that there is a need for […]
Jan 17, 2016
Cozy Critter Characters
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At one of our critiques, I mentioned to my friends gathered around the table that I should start a third mystery series starring them, the Cozy Critters! Everybody liked that idea and started choosing names for themselves and cautioning me not to kill them off in my book. “Well, why not?” Helen said. “You have […]
Jan 15, 2016
A Flurry of Fur and Feathers
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Outside my window, the maple stretches dark, mostly bare branches to the sky. Arching over my driveway, the slimmer, barer arms of the white mulberry entwine with the maple. At the edge of my container garden, the crepe myrtle’s limbs, twisted and bare of bark, rise past the eaves. These trees and shrub are a playground for squirrels […]
