Admittedly, I just glanced at the news article and didn’t read the whole thing but evidently some scientists recently discovered ancient, I mean really ancient scorpions once had feet. So, that’s the question that popped into my mind–did they also wear shoes? If they did, now that would be news-worthy! I probably need a few […]
Jan 10, 2015
Sauntering Through Saturday
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This morning, thoughts flit through my mind sort of like moths around a light bulb. It’s winter. It’s cold. A possibility of freezing rain is in the forecast and I’m wondering if that forecast will become a fact. Then, thoughts of mysteries, my own and those of other people. Yesterday, I finished reading Moonlight Can […]
Jan 8, 2015
Why Worry?
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Every day as I listen to the news, I find a new reason to worry. I think it’s time to re-print a poem by an anonymous author. Worry? Why worry? What can worry do? It never keeps a trouble from overtaking you. It gives you indigestion and sleepless hours at night and fills with gloom […]
Jan 6, 2015
I Declare; This Isn’t Just Fiddle Faddle
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Being brought up in Oklahoma, I’ve heard most of these Southern sayin’s all my life. I don’t think they’re odd. I thought everybody talked this way. They make perfect sense to me; don’t they to you? One thing I’ve learned through life is not to take things for granted–success in any field, particularly in writing. […]
Jan 5, 2015
A Mystery Writer’s 12 Days
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This is Twelfth Night, the Epiphany, the impetus for the song, The Twelve Days of Christmas. With my family’s help, I added words that might be appropriate for a writer of cozy mysteries. Thanks, Matt, Dawn, Sara, Nathan! A Cozy Mystery Writer’s Sizzling Twelve Days of Christmas On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought to […]
Dec 30, 2014
Surviving the Storm
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Yesterday, we left Darcy and Flora in Goshen Cemetery where they had made a grisly discovery. Today is a continuation of Chapter One of The Cemetery Club. “Somebody cut off Ben’s finger,” Mom whispered. As we stood, mesmerized by the horror in front of us, a strange silence descended on the graveyard. I raised my […]
