Do you remember all those stories about a full moon and its evil effect on people? Do you believe those stories? Do you like to sit all snug and safe with family and friends and hear those tales that tingle the old backbone? Maybe you should take a look at Moonlight Can Be Murder. Click […]
Apr 16, 2015
It Was a Day Like Today…
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Smack dab in the middle of next month comes Decoration Day. Here is a poster of the first Darcy and Flora cozy mystery series, The Cemetery Club, which begins in a cemetery just before Decoration Day. Two murders take place or at least are involved with this historic resting place. There must be a reason why Goshen Cemetery figures […]
Apr 15, 2015
Ant Alert!
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There are small black specks on my countertop. And, they are moving! The specks have legs. The annual ant invasion is underway. These hardy insects do this every spring. I don’t know why. I don’t invite them. And what do they think they will gain from my kitchen? A few grains of spilled sugar, maybe? […]
Apr 14, 2015
Hurt Feelings
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“And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” John 8:32. And boy, what a freeing statement that is. All my life, I’ve struggled with getting my feelings hurt. And, many of the supposed hurts are just that–supposed. But whether the person who injured my exposed raw nerve ends meant to […]
Apr 13, 2015
Pulling the Past Into the Present
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The past–everyone has one. The past is why we are what we are. In cozy mysteries, the past is what brings the heroine to where she is today. It is the story behind the story; the back story. In Moonlight Can Be Murder, to be released this fall by Pennell Publishing, it is Nettie’s past […]
Apr 12, 2015
Mom
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Today would have been my mother, Susie Latty Day’s, birthday and if she were here, I’d bake her favorite dessert–lemon pie. The lilac bush at her house in Tahlequah is blooming now and that’s fitting because she loved lilacs. In fact, when she was sixteen, her dear Aunt Ettie, Tettle, she called that aunt, gave […]
