The clock has hours, minutes, and seconds but I have yet to see any clock that registers, “Someday.” We all have goals that we dream of reaching. We want to travel and see the world. It’d be nice to be in better shape and start an exercise program. Having a daily Bible reading program would […]
Mar 10, 2015
The Unexplainable
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Did you see the news story about the rescue of an eighteen-month old baby from a wrecked car in Utah? The car was upside down in a river, the baby dangling from her car seat and her mother in the front seat, dead. The four rescuers all agreed they heard a voice from inside the car begging for help […]
Mar 9, 2015
Treasure Hunt!”
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It happens often on Antiques Roadshow. Someone buys a painting at a thrift shop, notices the paint is flaking, finds hidden behind that painting a wonderful masterpiece worth thousands. Or tens of thousands! Or somebody brings a vase and says, “Oh, I only paid fifty cents for it. It captured my imagination. See the pretty swirls […]
Mar 8, 2015
Fly-Over Country
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Is there something that really gets your goat, raises your hackles, and is as prickly as a burr under a saddle blanket? Probably. Probably more than one something, as there is for me but a particularly irritating one is to hear television personalities refer to the United States, all of us between California and New […]
Mar 7, 2015
Double the Fun
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More big news, cozy mystery fans! If one is good, two are better. Right? My talented webmaster included the first two chapters of the second Darcy and Flora cozy under the “Samples” category on the pink ribbon. Just click on it and you have your choice to read the first two chapters of The Cemetery […]
Mar 4, 2015
Thoughts of a Country Woman
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Sure, I live in town now; although it is not a bustling city, it is not the country either. But my roots are country. I don’t mean the kind of country that drugstore cowboys sing about. (I used to say rinestone-studded cowboys but now scruffy seems to be the rinestone of the past.) My growing […]
