My publisher sends you an audio clip invitation this morning which takes you to the Pen-L website and my landing page. This link allows you to hear an excerpt from The Cemetery Club. http://www.Pen-L.com/TheCemeteryClub.html. I hope you enjoy it. As the narrator of the audio book reads, I can see that spring morning, Darcy and Flora at an ancient […]
Nov 18, 2015
A Touch of Whimsy
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Whimsy is something fanciful, unusual, or fun; so says the dictionary. It is also an antidote to reality. Not that I ignore the terrible state of affairs swirling around us and the dark threats that are real and should be taken seriously but being fanciful now and then is sort of like gulping a breath […]
Nov 17, 2015
Parliamentary Procedure
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Yesterday a parliamentary contingent from Minnesota arrived in my mailbox. As I carried the box inside, I heard muffled hoots and mutterings. When I opened the box, out they flew–a parliament of the prettiest owls I’ve seen yet and I’ve seen a lot of owls. You can understand that at first they were a bit disoriented. […]
Nov 16, 2015
Write What is Wrong
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Purposely, I’ve used a variant spelling, a homophone of the word “right”. Lots of things are wrong with this old world, I should say, with the people of this old world. You don’t have to look very far to know that. To my way of thinking (which, I’m happy to say, is Southern and rural […]
Nov 14, 2015
Evening Prayer
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Terror means extreme fear, so a terrorist is a person who causes extreme fear. How about using another word? How about thugs, murderers, vermin, killers, evil? I cannot understand people whose only purpose in life is to kill others. They strike without warning against the unarmed, the helpless, the unsuspecting. Their souls must be dark indeed. My […]
Nov 13, 2015
Morning Musings
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Frost on rooftops, sun on orange maple leaves; fall is here at thirty-three degrees this morning. Max the cat, whose abundant fur coat keeps him warm and toasty stalks in regal dignity toward home. A few minutes ago, he sat on my front sidewalk finishing his morning toilette. Yesterday, I sat down for a good […]
