A Fable By Blanche Day Manos The hundred year-old barn was home to a cow, a rooster, some hens, and a mule who pulled a plow. The days they spent in working; each one did its best, and when the sun sank from the sky, the animals wanted rest. But, when evening fell across the […]
Jan 16, 2020
Listening to a Story
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Sometimes, it’s nice to just listen to a story instead of reading it. I loved hearing a bedtime story when I was a child, and I still like to hear a good book. I’ll bet you do too. Did you know that my four Darcy and Flora cozy mysteries are available as audio books on […]
Jan 14, 2020
Those Mean Old Hurt Feelings
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“And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” John 8:32. And boy, what a freeing statement that is. All my life, I’ve struggled with getting my feelings hurt. And, many of the supposed hurts are just that–supposed. But whether the person who injured my exposed raw nerve ends meant to […]
Sep 13, 2019
A Stranger in the Storm
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Grave Heritage Chapter 1 I awoke sitting straight up in bed, my heart doing double time. Was it rain pounding against my bedroom windows or the wind roaring around the house that had awakened me? Jethro, his feline apprehension alerted by my sudden movement, jumped from my bed and darted from the room. Straining to […]
Mar 17, 2019
A Swirling Mist of Irish Green
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A visitor to Ireland returns home surrounded by a mist of Irish green from Ireland, that mystical island across the Atlantic forever within her heart–a fabled land where ancient towers still keep watch on the countryside. I close my eyes and see swans floating on the River Shannon surrounding King John’s Castle. Swans […]
Jan 23, 2019
When Winter Was Memorable
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It’s cold this morning. You may live in parts of the world where twenty-three degrees would be considered a heat wave, but I’m not. I live in NW Arkansas and it’s cold! Rain that surely must be ice is on the streets, a dusting of snow like spilled flour, drifts across grass and pavement. I […]
