Thank you for your encouraging comments on yesterday’s blog posting. I am working on it and will try to have another installment tomorrow. Monday night, however, I had a real life mystery, albeit a small one. I was watching the news Monday night when suddenly, the TV went blank. I mean, no warning, no fading […]
Dec 16, 2014
The Mystery of the Murky Bog
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Mallory sank down on a rock, trying to catch her breath. The night was so dark she could not see a foot in front of her. Wispy tendrils of fog, like bony, white fingers curled around leaning headstones . Far, far below her, the Irish Sea pounded relentlessly against the coast. She had no idea where she was […]
Dec 15, 2014
The Roving Reporter Strikes Again
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At last, she did it! The roving reporter caught up with me, moi, yours truly, your humble mystery writer. So, in the corner of my warm and festive home, she asked those pertinent questions that every reader of mysteries wants answered. Roving Reporter: Tell me, please, what led up to your becoming a writer of […]
Dec 14, 2014
Am I My Brother’s Keeper?
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This morning, as I gazed at my lighted Christmas tree hung with an eclectic bunch of ornaments, a seemingly unrelated thought p0pped into my head. With no direction or invitation on my part, that ancient question first uttered by an anguished Cain millennia ago: Am I my brother’s keeper? Now, what on earth was there […]
Dec 12, 2014
A Little Bit Crazy
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I’ve noticed this feeling every year just before Christmas. It’s as if there are two spirits in the air, the spirit of Christmas and the spirit of something else. There’s just a different feeling, a kind of warm and wonderful world where all is peace and love and practical matters, well, they don’t matter. Admittedly, there’s another aura […]
Dec 11, 2014
Coffee, Candy, and the Cozy Critique
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What could be cozier than a blaze in the fireplace, sparkling Christmas lights, plenty of hot coffee and a supply of candy and cookies? Sounds pretty good, doesn’t it? But the real life of the party were Helen, Jane, Peg, and Nancy who joined me around the old cherry wood table yesterday. I think our […]
