Yesterday was a this and that sort of day. My grandson asked me to make fudge, so I did–the old-fashioned kind that’s fun to do, the chocolatey concoction bubbling on the stove and filling the kitchen with a delicious aroma. But, before that…in fact, on Friday, I went to my favorite antique store […]
Oct 4, 2019
In My Opinion…
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A message spoken quietly with a smile at the end is more powerful than shouting with a raised fist. Love means I am more interested in your well-being than I am in my own. Even if something is true, if it is hurtful, I will not repeat it. Each state should take care of […]
Oct 3, 2019
What Are Grandmas Made Of?
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My mother had several Bibles. Some, she used basically for reference or footnotes. One, she read every day. She carried a particular Bible to church each Sunday until the cover literally wore out. I find interesting things in her Bible, in addition to God’s Word. She clipped items from newspapers, or stuck birth announcements […]
Oct 1, 2019
To Write or Not to Write
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Why did I write them? Why, indeed? Why are the three Ned McNeil moonlight books on the market, available for those who like to read cozy mysteries? As any writer can tell you, there are people and plots inhabiting the area in our brains where creativity takes place. Since those people and plots would […]
Sep 30, 2019
The Sum of Our Parts
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You might think you know yourself pretty well, but do you? Have you ever said or done something that was completely out of character or a surprise to you as much as to anyone else? Do you ever ask yourself, “Now, where did that come from?” Being responsible and shouldering deserved blame is praiseworthy–we […]
Sep 29, 2019
Wet Your Whistle
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“Sit down and wet your whistle.” What? What does that mean? A dry mouth and lips don’t whistle very well, so, this was a welcoming invitation, to come in, sit down, and have something to drink. I grew up hearing whistling. Dad didn’t whistle as much as Mom did. Dad sang a lot, but when […]
