The street in front of my house is mostly packed snow and ice. Schools are dismissed again and the temperature this morning hovers at twenty-four. The sky is only a little darker than the snow, sort of soft gray and there’s no sign of the sun. I’m sure it’s somewhere there in the east, about […]
Dec 7, 2013
Little Cedar and the Storm of the Century
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Fierce winds tugged at Little Cedar. His scrawny boughs bent and swayed but he dug his roots deeper and hung onto the rock buried beneath the mountain soil. “The wind is so cold,” said Little Cedar. He shivered from his topmost limb to the bottom of his twisted trunk. “It must be nearly Christmas again.” […]
Dec 6, 2013
The Weather Outside is Frightful
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Wednesday, the weather was pretty nice. I buzzed around, taking down things in the yard I had up all summer and storing them away until next spring. Thursday? Well, Thursday was an entirely different story. An interesting thing: Our last snow occurred May 4 and our first snowfall this year occurred December 5, almost exactly […]
Dec 5, 2013
Great Review
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My thanks to Barbara Jean Coast, for the rousing review she did of Barbara’s and my book, Grave Shift. I reprint the review here: Barbara Coast’s Reviews > Grave Shift: A Mother-Daughter Sleuth Mystery Want to Read Rate this book 1 of 5 stars2 of 5 stars3 of 5 stars4 of 5 stars5 of 5 stars […]
Dec 3, 2013
The Story of the Ornaments
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This morning could be an early spring day, if I didn’t know better. The earth is dampish, there is a soft mist in the air, I see smoke rising from where my neighbor just started a fire in her fireplace, and the temperature is 34. But, judging from the forecast, Wednesday or Thursday we will […]
Dec 2, 2013
A Furry Fable–Conclusion
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Why the Squirrel Has a Bushy Tail by Blanche Day Manos Wind tore at Squirrel. Rain blinded her. She had to blink fast to see anything at all, but she kept going, an inch at a time, down the tree toward the river. At last the roar of the river drowned out the sounds of […]
