Moonlight Can Be Murder. is a book of contrasts: friendship and distrust, love and hate, danger and safety, light and darkness. Ned and her friends Pat and Jackie decorate Granger’s Mansion for Christmas with red ribbons and candles, flames leap up Ned’s fireplace casting flickering shadows on the wall, Jackie plans a Christmas party, and […]
Dec 8, 2019
A Little Cedar and a Big Storm
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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 […]
Dec 7, 2019
A Battle Cry for Freedom
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“A day that will live in infamy,” President Roosevelt said. And, indeed, it has and will. A surprise attack by Japanese aircraft against the American Pacific Fleet at Pearl Harbor triggered the United States’ entrance into World War II. As I watch old film clips and read first-hand accounts, I can imagine the shock […]
Dec 6, 2019
Somewhat Less Than True
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We need a good falsehood, told in interesting prose, harmful to no one, and recognized as less than true. It’s a fact–we need fiction. Facts, or what passes as facts, bombard our eyes and ears. We grow tired of it. We need escape. We pick up a book of fiction, find a world different from […]
Dec 5, 2019
So, Can You Solve This Mystery?
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Life is full of unresolved mysteries. Some things cannot be explained; at least, they haven’t been explained yet. One such mystery is the Bermuda triangle. This Day in History ran that story today. It occurred December 5, 1945. What do you think happened? If you have a theory, I’d like to hear it. Me? I […]
Dec 4, 2019
Wintertime Woods
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I drove by a small grove of trees the other day and memories filled my mind of other days and other wintertime woods–times when the trees rose, gray and bare to a cloudy sky, just like this day. Brown, crisp leaves of autumn lay in heaps at their feet. The wind that stirred the leaves […]
