Our hearts go out to a member of our group of critiquers, Carolyn, on the death of her husband. Carolyn, our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. Although our group was small yesterday, Peg and Jane and I got a lot done, critiquely speaking. I was reminded once again of how essential […]
Jan 24, 2018
Presenting Guest Author, Ann Gabhart
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Sometimes an author comes along whose books speak to me so directly, that I feel as if I’m there within the pages. I’m honored to present as my guest this morning, Ann Gabhart. I know you will enjoy reading about Ann and her books and how they came to be. Her Hidden Springs mysteries are […]
Jan 20, 2018
Not Over the Hill Just Quite Yet
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Maybe it’s to prove a point that I’ve written about women who are not actually considered young any more but who still have the mental acumen and physical abilities to solve mysteries. Believe me, neither Darcy Campbell nor her mother Flora Tucker were over the hill when they tumbled down it. In The Cemetery […]
Jan 17, 2018
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Do You Believe in Angels? A friend and I were visiting yesterday. She was feeling discouraged and sad because of some things over which she had no control. She was worried but she is a Christian and was reminding herself that God knows her troubles. We all feel overwhelmed sometimes and have no idea which […]
Jan 16, 2018
When the Wind Chill Is Way, Way Down
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I don’t know what other thermometers read this morning, but mine is down to -1 degree with a wind chill of -15 degrees. The sun is shining, so the cold is deceptive. It is not snowy or sleeety, just a deadly serious frigid temperature. I’ve put out the first seeds and water of the morning […]
Jan 14, 2018
The Night Stole Softly Down the Hills
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The night stole softly down the hills and wrapped the town in darkness. Daylight fled, going with the sun as it slipped beneath the western horizon. Now, a sense of tranquility and the far away sounds of the forest blotted out the cares of the day. Down in the hollow, an owl hooted. Another answered. […]
