Yesterday, as I looked out of my window on the world, I saw a really interesting sight. A small squirrel, probably one of this year’s crop and rather inexperienced, pulled a stick across the yard. This wasn’t just any stick, it was a big stick. It was at least twice as long as the squirrel and fully an […]
Dec 22, 2014
A Night Prowler
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An excerpt from The Cemetery Club: Sleep vanished as a sound penetrated my consciousness. I sat bolt upright. What had awakened me? My bedroom curtain moved as a breeze blew through. Had the wind knocked something off my dresser? Throwing back the sheets, I padded to the window. The full moon lit the front yard, […]
Dec 21, 2014
Shortest, Darkest, Day
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At last it’s here–the first day of winter. At 5:03 p.m. it will officially begin. This is the winter solstice. Isn’t it wonderful how God planned the seasons, set the planets in motion, and made this one day of all the year, the shortest? The temperature isn’t quite down to freezing this morning and, guess […]
Dec 20, 2014
Shadows Lurking in the Fog
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Out of these twenty days of December, two have been sunny. Guess what we have lurking around the corners of the house this morning, settling down over treetops, seeping into autumn’s leaves? Gray, wet, cold, impenetrable fog! Yet again. Where is the sun? Is it still up there? Even Rudolph’s red nose would need several […]
Dec 19, 2014
The Face Could Have Been Santa’s
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As you know, while I was in Ireland, I took a bunch of pictures, 235, to be exact. One of those was of an Irishman in Dublin. As I was going through the pictures yesterday, I looked more closely at this man. If the black slouch hat were replaced by a red, furry one and the […]
Dec 18, 2014
The Mystery of the Murky Bog, Part II
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Mallory’s heart pounded in her throat as she stood and turned in a slow circle, wondering which direction to go, trying to see through the gloom. It was hopeless; never had she seen the mist so thick and dark, but panic urged her into the night, searching for Maureen and that high, keening cry. The man, that […]
