An excerpt from the soon-to-be-released Moonstruck and Murderous. Ned has gotten herself cornered. I took a deep breath. I was in a tight place with little room to move. Pushing against the inglenookâs brick wall to give myself leverage, I stood up. The brick under my hand moved. What? Was the mortar so aged […]
May 4, 2019
Do We Speak the Same Language?
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Don’t you love it when you find someone who speaks the same language as you? I don’t mean language peculiar to any ethnic group, but people who have similar interests and enjoy talking about them. For example, history. I love history! Particularly, I love American history because America is my beloved country and I […]
Jan 28, 2019
Meandering into Monday
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It is cold and dark this Monday morning, but compared to tomorrow’s forecast, it is balmy. Once again, winter’s frigid breath will make its way down from northern parts and blow into Arkansas and Oklahoma. In talking with my brother in Minnesota last night, I asked about the below zero temperature. “Do you have […]
Jan 25, 2019
The Murderous Muddle in the Middle
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A couple of days back, we established that first lines of a story are important. But, what if a reader picks up a book, ruffles through, and reads one of those middle lines? What if she is looking for the exciting climax, the near-death experience of the heroine? Those middle lines are important too! This […]
Jan 23, 2019
When Winter Was Memorable
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It’s cold this morning. You may live in parts of the world where twenty-three degrees would be considered a heat wave, but I’m not. I live in NW Arkansas and it’s cold! Rain that surely must be ice is on the streets, a dusting of snow like spilled flour, drifts across grass and pavement. I […]
Jan 4, 2019
Love Is a Rainy Day
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Love is a rainy day, a warm blaze in the fireplace, a welcoming light in the window. Love is the feeling of deep contentment when we know we are in the right place at the right time. Love is being home. Love accepts us the way we are, where we are. Love doesn’t have […]
