I heard an interesting thought on TV last night. Isn’t it amazing how a person can hear or read an idea, just a simple phrase, and it is an “Aha” moment? Anyway, it was about what appears on tombstones. (Don’t worry; this isn’t going to be mournful.) Usually, a person’s birth day is on the stone, […]
Oct 13, 2015
Plumped Up
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Last night as I was putting out water for the birds in my back yard, I noticed a small, roundish object in the shallow dish that I keep water in. Looking more closely, I saw it was a toad. I’m sure he was comfortable and grateful for the cool, replenishing bath. Women’s cosmetics advertise products […]
Oct 12, 2015
Ducks and Eggs and Minnesota
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I asked my niece Michelle Albrecht to write about her and little brother Steven’s adventures on a Minnesota lake when they were children. Her method of gathering duck eggs was unique and while not many of us were privileged to view and retrieve eggs several feet down in the cold, cold, clear water, it was undoubtedly […]
Oct 7, 2015
An Open and Shut Case
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To the authors who read my blog: As you write your new book, do you find that you have some chapters you prefer to other chapters? To the readers who read my blog: As you read a cozy mystery, are there chapters that stand out to you? And then, of course, there are favorite parts within each chapter. […]
Oct 6, 2015
Yogi Berra
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“Take me out to the ballgame; take me out with the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks. I don’t care if I never get back.” So goes the once-popular song. My thoughts stray to some interesting baseball facts this morning. For example, on this day, October 6, 1926, Babe Ruth hit three home runs […]
Oct 5, 2015
Forget-Me-Not
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Yesterday as I listened to the radio, a most lovely tune came across the airwaves: Chopin’s Etude in E Major. Music says so many things that words cannot say. This melody penned by one of the Masters touches my heart. Poignant, haunting, lovely, passionate–all those things. It typifies sadness, hope, love remembered. In the container garden, […]
