As you know, I’ve written four cozy mysteries, some with co-author Barbara Burgess, some, alone. Below are things that happened in the four cozies, The Cemetery Club, Grave Shift, Best Left Buried, Moonlight Can Be Murder. See if you can match the scenes below to the appropriate book. Her uncle lay in the laundry room […]
May 18, 2016
A Mighty Mysterious Moon
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This weekend we are supposed to have another of those blue moons. Now, a blue moon isn’t really blue; it’s what the second full moon in a month is called. Of course, this brought to mind my first Ned McNeil adventure, Moonlight Can Be Murder. I’ve re-read one of the Amazon 5-star reviews: Blanche Day Manos […]
May 13, 2016
Cleaning Out and Throwing Away
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An old lean-to shed is attached to the back of my house. It was there when my husband and I moved into this house. It looked decrepit then and it looks even more decrepit now. It is an eyesore. However, it is on the back of the house, not seen by many, and it has been a handy place […]
May 12, 2016
Critter Time!
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This morning, rain drums against the deck, lightning flashes through the darkness and thunder grumbles. But inside? Ah, the Folger’s Coffee is hot, Nemo is snoozing, and I’m itching to tell you about yesterday’s Critter Time. As we critiquers gathered, my house livened up considerably. With hugs and hellos, we headed for the coffee pot or […]
May 11, 2016
Things Nancy Drew Taught Me
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Recently, I’ve been re-reading my old Nancy Drew books. The first time I read them (it was, shall we say, a few decades ago?) I did not notice any subliminal messages. I read those books because they were intriguing mysteries, taking me into the land of “What If?” As a youngster, I learned many things from Nancy Drew […]
May 10, 2016
What Were Her Dreams Made Of?
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Her name was Lydia and I can imagine family and friends called her “Lyddie.” She was my grandmother’s grandmother. Born in 1823, she was a widow who lived by herself on her farm in Georgia. Recently, I read copies of letters she wrote to her daughter, Tep, and to her granddaughter, Edna. One letter is dated 1890. Dear […]
