Come with me for a small trip to another time this morning–an exciting time, well-remembered, of launching a brand new series, the Ned McNeil moonlight series with Ned’s first book, Moonlight Can Be Murder. This was a few years back. The picture is, of course, of the Cozy Critters, who are reading my five cozies. Since […]
Oct 7, 2019
The Old Umbrella Oak
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A large oak stands in front of the house that belonged to my parents. It is so tall and its limbs spread so wide that anyone standing under it during a rain is sheltered, as if by a giant umbrella. The tree is old and has seen many changes. A busy street a few […]
Oct 4, 2019
In My Opinion…
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A message spoken quietly with a smile at the end is more powerful than shouting with a raised fist. Love means I am more interested in your well-being than I am in my own. Even if something is true, if it is hurtful, I will not repeat it. Each state should take care of […]
Oct 3, 2019
What Are Grandmas Made Of?
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My mother had several Bibles. Some, she used basically for reference or footnotes. One, she read every day. She carried a particular Bible to church each Sunday until the cover literally wore out. I find interesting things in her Bible, in addition to God’s Word. She clipped items from newspapers, or stuck birth announcements […]
Oct 1, 2019
To Write or Not to Write
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Why did I write them? Why, indeed? Why are the three Ned McNeil moonlight books on the market, available for those who like to read cozy mysteries? As any writer can tell you, there are people and plots inhabiting the area in our brains where creativity takes place. Since those people and plots would […]
Sep 30, 2019
The Sum of Our Parts
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You might think you know yourself pretty well, but do you? Have you ever said or done something that was completely out of character or a surprise to you as much as to anyone else? Do you ever ask yourself, “Now, where did that come from?” Being responsible and shouldering deserved blame is praiseworthy–we […]
