Those are my thoughts this morning: here, there, everywhere. Murky and meandering, yes, but I believe they are coherent; at least, they are to me. Last night, Sara, Nathan, and I had a rousing game of Monopoly. Now, Monopoly is always fun but it becomes hilarious when Nathan rolls the dice. He really gets into […]
Sep 26, 2014
An Interview with Pat Harris
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The Roving Reporter is intrigued by the people she meets in Levi, Oklahoma. This morning, she zeroes in on Pat Harris, long-time friend of Flora Tucker. Roving Reporter: Thank you for agreeing to this interview, Mrs. Harris. I understand you’ve lived here in Levi a long time and are close friends with Flora Tucker? Pat: […]
Sep 25, 2014
Characters, Curiosity and Coffee
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With the release date of The Cemetery Club, Grave Shift, and Best Left Buried peeking over the horizon, I am becoming more excited about their launch into the world of books. Writing is fun! And a lot of that fun is in establishing the characters, giving them personalities, and introducing them to the reader. I […]
Sep 24, 2014
And the Story Unfolds
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Yesterday was a day of unfolding stories and learning how some stories ended. I saw and talked with three friends from completely different backgrounds and different walks in life. I don’t see them often; in fact, I haven’t seen a couple of them in years. I caught up with news of their families and how their lives have […]
Sep 23, 2014
Once, When We Were Young
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Does anybody in the whole world remember the old song,”When You and I Were Young, Maggie?” It starts like this: “I wandered today to the hill, Maggie To watch the scene below: The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie,Where we sat in the long, long ago.” Not to wax too sentimental this early in the morning, let […]
Sep 22, 2014
Petrichor and Shadows
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It’s strange–the things which have no physical substance but which affect our lives. No one would doubt that shadows exist. When the sun shines on an object, that object casts a shadow. We can’t pick up the shadow or smell it or hear it, yet it is there. When I was a very small girl, […]
