It has been a while since we’ve heard from our Roving Reporter but here she is, catching up with Darcy and Flora on the front porch of their new house in Ventris County, Oklahoma. Roving Reporter: I love your house! But, don’t you miss your old house in Levi? It had personality, character. Flora: I […]
Jul 28, 2015
Daylight
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This first cup of coffee is having a tough time making inroads on pre-dawn drowsiness. But, reinforced by a second cup of steaming brew, I’m counting on the caffeine. Do you ever watch a commercial that must have taken an astounding amount of money to produce and, when it finishes, wonder what it was promoting? I remember […]
Jul 26, 2015
Agatha and I
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Agatha Christie didn’t need them. Mary Higgins Clark doesn’t want them. G. K. Chesterton spurns them and Jeanne M. Dams doesn’t use them. My hero Mary Roberts Rinehart steered clear of them too. They are superfluous, distracting, downright disgusting and completely unnecessary. What am I talking about? Cursing and steamy scenes. These authors wrote/write riveting, absorbing mysteries. My goal is […]
Jul 24, 2015
The View From My Front Porch
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This is not my front porch. It is a front porch. But the view is not too different from mine. I like front porches. They aren’t as popular as they once were. Maybe it’s because we have so little time to come and sit a spell, talk things over with friends, or just simply stop and look at […]
Jul 23, 2015
When Critters Get Together
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We managed a cozy critique yesterday between showers. Three of our critters couldn’t make it but three could and we had a lot to share. Jane brought a lovely painting, an old-fashioned little boy that she had painted using multi-media, pen and ink and colored pencils. She also brought a sheet for us writers to […]
Jul 19, 2015
Two Squirrels and a Cup of Coffee
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Out on the freshly mowed lawn, two squirrels are getting their plans made for the day. Suddenly, one bounds, I mean really long leaps, toward the pin oak tree in the yard. The other scampers in the opposite direction and shinnies up the maple. Did they have a disagreement? Did they decide upon a parting of […]
