The sky was a blue canopy arching over the thirsty flower beds. It was time to water my front yard plants. It has been a while since we’ve had rain and those flowers were looking pretty droopy. So, I grabbed my trusty garden hose and dragged it toward the oak and the marigolds, petunias, and […]
Sep 1, 2017
Those Encircling Ties That Bind
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It is my belief that ties bind us together for a purpose. We really need each other and we need a sense of order. First of all, every person needs God and, secondly, we need a sense of belonging. Isn’t that why men and women get married? We want to belong to someone special and […]
Aug 30, 2017
Another Newly Minted Day
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Morning is here–another newly minted day, as bright and untarnished as a new penny. Night has gathered its dark robes around it and moved off, giving place to the rising sun. Hope stirs with the breeze that moves the leaves. Troubles that seemed insurmountable with darkness sink, defeated, before the glow of hope. As long […]
Aug 27, 2017
Mouse Tracks Around the World
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Recently, I’ve had the honor of traveling around the world. I mean to far-off places I’ve only heard about. You know how? Some friends in Austria and also in India bought my cozy mysteries! With a click of the mouse on their computers, there I was! Now, isn’t that neat? Many other authors have had […]
Aug 25, 2017
The Excitement of an Ordinary Day
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Yesterday was what Jane would call an ordinary day. She and I agreed that ordinary days, where everything goes smoothly, begins and ends nicely, is an ordinary day. In fact, an ordinary day is extraordinary, the very best kind of day. Do you ever look back at the day or week and count the changes, […]
Aug 19, 2017
A Storm to Clear the Air
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The air last night was oppressive, hot, humid. It was no fun to be outside. Then, from the north, the storm clouds came, closer and closer. A light rain began, then a shower. Lightning flashed. A huge crash of thunder sent Nemo running to me, looking wild-eyed. Wind battered trees and houses. But, it passed […]
