Nettie Elizabeth Duncan McNeil–Ned to most of her friends. She was curious. She was adventuresome–character traits she was born with. Daisy grinned. “Ned, you have certainly livened up this old town. I guess you can’t help it if you are involved in every suspicious death that happens. But, sometimes meddling is risky business.” […]
Jan 29, 2019
What Is That Song I Hear?
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As times change–fashions, cars, viewpoints, so does music. Music and rhythm are at the core of our very existence. Think about it–the rhythm of days and night, of seasons, the weather. Even the way we walk and talk has a certain rhythm and every voice has some sort of musical quality. I’ve read that […]
Jan 28, 2019
Meandering into Monday
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It is cold and dark this Monday morning, but compared to tomorrow’s forecast, it is balmy. Once again, winter’s frigid breath will make its way down from northern parts and blow into Arkansas and Oklahoma. In talking with my brother in Minnesota last night, I asked about the below zero temperature. “Do you have […]
Jan 26, 2019
A Return to My Gallery of Art
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This is a re-run. I’ve posted it before. Sometimes, in all the chaos of horrific news stories, and feelings of frustration, it’s nice to do something that’s completely different, that is just for fun. In no way do I claim to be an artist, so please don’t think you should say nice things about these […]
Jan 25, 2019
The Murderous Muddle in the Middle
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A couple of days back, we established that first lines of a story are important. But, what if a reader picks up a book, ruffles through, and reads one of those middle lines? What if she is looking for the exciting climax, the near-death experience of the heroine? Those middle lines are important too! This […]
Jan 23, 2019
When Winter Was Memorable
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It’s cold this morning. You may live in parts of the world where twenty-three degrees would be considered a heat wave, but I’m not. I live in NW Arkansas and it’s cold! Rain that surely must be ice is on the streets, a dusting of snow like spilled flour, drifts across grass and pavement. I […]
