Once in a while, it pays a writer to check up on her writing progress. Has she shown any improvement? Is she repeating the same mistakes? Or, is she learning and growing and stretching her wings? I looked back at resolutions made in January of a few years ago and decided it wouldn’t hurt anything […]
Oct 11, 2019
Under a Misty Moon
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Why had I listened to Daisy Stanton? “You don’t have to take this assignment, Ned,” she had said when we met for coffee at Grandy’s last week. “I do need the pictures and you are such a great photographer. But, I may be able to find time to run out there in a few days.” […]
Oct 10, 2019
Remembering a Launching
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Come with me for a small trip to another time this morning–an exciting time, well-remembered, of launching a brand new series, the Ned McNeil moonlight series with Ned’s first book, Moonlight Can Be Murder. This was a few years back. The picture is, of course, of the Cozy Critters, who are reading my five cozies. Since […]
Oct 9, 2019
Batten Down the Hatches
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It seems that life is made up of one storm after the other, with peaceful stretches in between. When we feel tossed around by circumstances, it’s time to batten down the hatches and hold tight. One of my favorite poems is The Voyagers by Van Dyke: O Maker of the mighty deep, whereon our vessels […]
Oct 8, 2019
A Worthy Ambition
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Yesterday, the afternoon stretched before me. It was one of those days that I didn’t really want to delve into anything that would require much concentration. In other words, I felt at loose ends. Then, a niggling, guilty thought intruded. I needed to get started cleaning out the garage, sorting through, throwing away, giving […]
Oct 7, 2019
The Old Umbrella Oak
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A large oak stands in front of the house that belonged to my parents. It is so tall and its limbs spread so wide that anyone standing under it during a rain is sheltered, as if by a giant umbrella. The tree is old and has seen many changes. A busy street a few […]
