Tomorrow and Thursday I will sponsor a free e-book giveaway for Grave Shift on Amazon. The price should be listed as “free”. I hope you’ll order one for your Kindle even though you may have a paperback copy already. If you would like to write a review after you read the book, I’d appreciate it […]
Apr 22, 2013
And the Gift Grows On
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Yesterday my family finished the container garden by putting potting soil in large pots and being sure the plants were centered. The plants seem to like their new home as they look out at a sun and shade dappled world this morning. Already the garden has given aid to a small, weary traveler…well, actually, the […]
Apr 21, 2013
The Gift of a Garden
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Growing older involves lots of changes. Children become best friends and mentors. Amazingly beautiful, brilliant people known as grandchildren make one’s acquaintance and if you’re really lucky, you get a daughter-in-law who builds her mother-in-law a container garden. The view out my living room window has changed since yesterday. Large flower pots sporting blooming plants, […]
Apr 20, 2013
Which Winter Is This?
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Blackberry winter? Whippoorwill winter? What is this? April is nearly gone but the temperatures are stuck somewhere back in March. The trees and azaleas are putting on a brave face, trying to ignore the cold and the green grass is in need of a lawn mower. Birds are building nests and doing their bit to […]
Apr 19, 2013
Decisions, Decisions
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When I write a mystery, my protagonists are faced with making choices. Of course, in real life we have to make decisions too. Sometimes, however, I procrastinate, hoping that everything will work out all right and I won’t really have to decide because, good heavens! what if I should be wrong? Do you ever do […]
Apr 18, 2013
When the Storms Come
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I look out my front room window at a world blurred by rain. In fact, the rain is coming down so hard that it’s rather like a filmy gray curtain drawn across the green of springtime. A small bird dodged under the overhanging eave of the house and now clings to the bricks, sheltering from […]
