Today, we are taking a peek at a page in the journal of Ned McNeil. You can read about her and her friends and her lovely but mysterious old house in Moonlight Can Be Murder and By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. September 14 — It is hard to believe that this is the […]
Sep 13, 2018
Batten Down the Hatches
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The ocean is fascinating and dangerous. It has many moods. I hope not one life will be lost due to Hurricane Florence. Two of my brothers were on board ships while they were in the US Navy. Storms struck at sea too. I noticed the Navy moved about thirty of their ships out of the […]
Sep 11, 2018
Looking Back at a Small, Furry Hostess
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Yesterday, my friend Fran emailed me some sad news: Miss Kitty had died. I’ve written about Miss Kitty several times, when I wrote about the luncheons Fran hosted in her home. Those were special times–a warm welcome from Fran, friendly chats with the women I met there, and, of course, a visit with Miss […]
Sep 8, 2018
Wineskins, Reviewers, and Praise
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A Writer’s Psalm Bless the Lord, O my writing. May all my plots and characters praise the Lord! The earth, O Lord, is rich in books; verily, it overflows with the written word. Large is the competition; great is the challenge to find a place in this plethora of volumes. Humbled, I put fingers to keyboard […]
Sep 7, 2018
Autumn Thoughts on a Warm September Day
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Yesterday, I decided that I should make my house a little more welcoming for fall, just in case it is really around the corner. If it should come calling and find summer still firmly ensconced, why, it just might not feel welcome and turn around and go back home. We can’t have that! The weatherman […]
Sep 5, 2018
The Mystery of the Wandering Chicken
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I’ve looked out my kitchen window and seen many things: children, cats, dogs, rabbits, squirrels, birds, but yesterday was the first time I’ve looked out and seen a chicken. Where did it come from? I don’t know and can only guess. It was thirsty. It hopped up on the bird bath and drank and drank. […]
