A re-print from a few years back. I hope you enjoy it, this second time around. This is Twelfth Night, the Epiphany, the impetus for the song, The Twelve Days of Christmas. With my family’s help, I added words that might be appropriate for a writer of cozy mysteries. Thanks, Matt, Dawn, Sara, Nathan! A Cozy […]
Oct 16, 2017
Why On Earth Do You Read (or Write) Cozy Mysteries?
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So many books from which to choose. The world is awash with books, rooms overflow with them, including mine. So, with all the fiction and non-fiction at your fingertips, why do you choose to read cozy mysteries? Is it the appeal of the name, sort of contradictory. How can a mystery be cozy? Or is […]
Aug 18, 2017
You Don’t Have to be Barmy, But…
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A person doesn’t have to be barmy to get along in this world, but sometimes it sure does help. The dictionary definition is a little too severe and rigid. To me, being barmy is having a sprinkling of the fairy dust of imagination, a bit of starlight in one’s eyes and a whimsical scattering of […]
Jun 23, 2017
A Goofy Flight of Summertime Fancy
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I first published this about four years ago so this is a re-run. Let me tell you I do not believe in reincarnation and hope I don’t offend anyone with this flight of fancy. My only excuse is that I wrote it much longer than four years ago, probably in some idle moments, and since […]
May 27, 2017
Captured By a Wild Flight of Fancy
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Have you ever seen a picture of a person or thing that just captured your imagination and sent your thoughts into wild flights of fancy? A house listed in Old House Dreams did that for me this morning. The mansion is white, large, imposing and beautiful. It could have been lifted from the pages of […]
Mar 17, 2017
An Amazing Leprechaun Story
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Warning: Best read with tongue in cheek. An Amazing Leprechaun Story Some of you may remember that two years ago, I made a trip to Ireland. It was the fulfillment of a lifetime dream. Ireland is a mystical country and, when the mist lies low on the hills and the shamrocks lift their heads along […]
