Moonlight Can Be Murder A Ned McNeil Cozy Mystery by Blanche Day Manos My car’s headlights cut a yellow swath through the swirling snow. Forty years ago, Uncle Javin’s driveway had not seemed so long but memories dim with time. Gray clouds […]
Feb 7, 2015
Exciting Interview!
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Some of my fondest memories are sitting at my parents’ kitchen table, drinking coffee and talking with them. Something about being in their presence, of a simple conversation, cheered me like nothing else. They were my re-fueling station. I wish I could remember each word that we said so I could re-play it in my mind, rather […]
Feb 6, 2015
Philosophical Friday
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Is there a particular time of day when errant thoughts wander into your head and you start remembering and wondering and realizing there are lots and lots of things in this old world that you’ve only glimpsed? Or perhaps that you’ve not glimpsed at all but puzzled over? When the sun slips toward the western horizon […]
Feb 5, 2015
Warm Hearts, Snow Dusting
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A dusting of snow lies across my deck like a drift of talcum powder. The temperature sank below freezing last night and everything outside is cold! Bird feeders are full so when the feathered and furry creatures wake up, they can at least get some fuel in their tummies. As Peg and I journeyed to […]
Feb 3, 2015
Squealing Pigs and Schoolhouses
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I am prone to complain about the cold weather which is a silly and useless thing to do. My house is warm; I don’t have to get up early to milk cows or take care of the outdoor stock and I don’t have to build a fire in the fireplace to get the house warm. […]
Feb 2, 2015
Blue Cold Blues
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If anybody asks how I’m liking this winter’s weather, my answer is ready: I don’t. Yesterday was such a cold, blustery, wintry day! Instead of getting warmer, the temperature sank all day! And this morning, handfuls of cold, dry, rice pellet snow lie here and there on ground and deck. If the groundhog has a […]
