There’s an old song that goes like this, “When the storms of life are raging, stand by me.” The words refer to the emotional, spiritual storms that we all encounter but could also be applied to the violent weather around the globe. In particular this morning, I’m thinking about the people in the path of […]
Sep 9, 2017
Seeking Refuge from the Storms
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The approaching hurricane is occupying my thoughts. How bad will it be? How soon will it hit? Please, Lord, keep everyone safe. I hadn’t realized I had so many family and friends in Florida, Louisiana, South Carolina, North Carolina, Georgia. But, I do. I hope they and everyone else remain out of the reach of […]
Aug 17, 2017
Eye-Poppin’ Good News
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This has never happened before! Not in this way; not so many at one time, but here it is: my publisher, Pen-L Publishing is offering four of my cozy mysteries–count them, that’s more than half of them–for only 99 cents each. Hop on over to Amazon and take a look! Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/Blanche-Day-Manos/e/B0090018EI. But, folks, […]
Aug 16, 2017
Come In, See What’s New
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Do you see anything new on this site this morning? Check the right side where the books are. There it is—By the Fright of the Silvery Moon! Right in there with the other five cozies and it looks comfortably at home. Thanks, webmaster Matt. My yard is wet and soggy this morning but the flowers […]
Jul 19, 2017
An Encouraging Word
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Yesterday, my publisher sent a most encouraging word: watch for the proof of By the Fright of the Silvery Moon to arrive in the mail today. Wow! That’s exciting because the proof will look exactly like the published book will look. Once again, thank you for the pre-orders of the Kindle book on Amazon. You […]
Jul 1, 2017
Country Is In Her Blood But Patience Isn’t
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The loudest noise on this dark, quiet morning is my water fountain in the flower garden by the front porch. Its splash has always reminded me of a creek. And, looking out my back door beyond the deck, I can see only trees and believe, for a few a moments, that I’m in the country […]
