Yesterday, I rummaged in the garage until I found a few of my fall decorations. One is a centerpiece I bought at a craft fair years ago. It is pretty with the candle in the center and fall leaves and such around. Through the years,it has grown a bit. Now, it includes some real-life acorns that I’ve found under […]
Sep 4, 2016
After Yesterday’s Shaking, There’s Today
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It’s wonderful to see the sun come up, to feel the ground solid beneath my feet, to know the continuity of familiar things, to have the gift of today. Yesterday’s earthquake is now a memory and I hope it won’t be repeated. Funny thing–when the firm, dependable earth suddenly quivers, it gives a whole new meaning to […]
Sep 1, 2016
September’s Song
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The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day Manos September is that, isn’t it…summer’s afterglow? Each spring, leaves, flowers, grass are bursting with new […]
Aug 31, 2016
Stories Lie Buried in Every Cemetery
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In the book of life, yesterday’s page has been filled. Tomorrow’s page is a mystery. All we have is today–a fresh, white page and we hold the pen — Flora Tucker. In all four of the Darcy and Flora cozy mysteries, cemeteries are front and center. I don’t think any of the books are morbid, do you? […]
Aug 27, 2016
Home for Christmas
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Nettie wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas with her uncle, Javin Granger, her last living relative. It had been forty years since she and her family left her hometown of Ednalee, Oklahoma; now, she was back, hiding from an experience in Atlanta and needing the peace and quiet of the old Victorian house her […]
Aug 26, 2016
Thoughts For Early Morning
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We were going to do the interview via Skype but, somehow, I missed adding a setting, so Nancy Kay Grace came to my house instead. Sitting at the hundred-year old table which had never hosted a radio interview in all its long life, Nancy opened her laptop, clicked a few buttons, and we were ready […]
