A Shelter in the Storm

A Shelter in the Storm

Yesterday, we left Darcy and Flora in Goshen Cemetery where they had made a grisly discovery. Today is a continuation of Chapter One of The Cemetery Club. “Somebody cut off Ben’s finger,” Mom whispered. As we stood, mesmerized by the horror in front of us, a strange silence descended on the graveyard. I raised my […]

Portrait of an Unforgettable Character

Portrait of an Unforgettable Character

Painting a Memorable Portrait I love the people I love because of who they are. I don’t love them because of their looks or their clothes or the car they drive. I don’t love them because of any of the outward trappings I can see; I cherish them because of their inner essence, the real […]

A Room Full of Rainbows

A Room Full of Rainbows

Rainbows! On a sunny day, my bedroom is filled with them. They may not be in arches, like the ones we see in the sky, but the bright colors are there, a part of a rainbow on my wall, a smidgen on the floor, a little dab on the ceiling. The room is warm, sunny, […]

In the Cemetery Business

In the Cemetery Business

My friend Joy recently said she might want me to write her obituary. She said this jokingly as a compliment. “Well, after all,” she said, “you are in the cemetery business.” Gravely speaking, I guess I am, but it’s only in a fictional way. I’ll have to admit that all three Darcy and Flora books […]

A Grisly Find in the Old Graveyard

A Grisly Find in the Old Graveyard

For those of you who haven’t yet read The Cemetery Club, here is part of the first chapter that began the whole Darcy and Flora, mother and daughter sleuth series. When I awoke to sunshine, blue skies, and the fragrance of freshly perked coffee that morning, I had no inkling that a few hours later […]

Best Left to the Imagination

Best Left to the Imagination

Have you ever watched a TV show or a news program or a commercial and wondered why nothing is left to the imagination any more? I’m one who believes that many things are best left that way–to the imagination, I mean. And, since I believe it, that’s the way I write. Darcy is good at […]