The furry friend I’m talking about is Nemo. An ongoing mystery: why does he sit beside me when I’m at the computer, looking up at me hopefully, breathing his hot, aromatic breath on me, and staring at the black back-up box on the floor. He doesn’t want me sitting here. He dislikes this computer and […]
Aug 9, 2017
When History Is a Part of the Mystery
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“What is that roar?” Nemo asked, ears perked up, tail at half-mast. “It’s just the FedEx truck,” I told him. “Maybe they’ve brought good news!” Ever alert and watchful, Nemo grumbled as I opened the door and took the box the polite FedEx man handed me. Was it what I thought it was? Tearing into […]
Jul 25, 2017
The Computer, Nemo, and a Mystery
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What is there about this computer that Nemo doesn’t like? To be more specific, why is it, when I sit down to write, Nemo sits down beside me, stares at me, and jabs my leg with his nose until I get up and turn him outside in order to have some peace? Does he know […]
Jul 17, 2017
The Long, Hot Summer Night
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It was the kind of night when squirrels jump from branch to branch just to feel the breeze, when fireflies dutifully light up a few times then crawl under a cool rock. This mystery writer turned on her borrowed box fan (thanks, Dawn) and, knowing it was useless to try writing, attempted to forget the […]
May 16, 2017
The Strange Case of the Runaway, Wayward Dog
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My dog had a wayward moment a couple of days ago. I’ll never know what made him do it. I asked him, once he had returned to the warm environs of his home, whatever had gotten into his furry head and addled his otherwise healthy brain. He simply looked at me, grinned, rolled his brown […]
Apr 18, 2017
Sunshine in the Mailbox
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Nothing brings sunshine into a dark and cloudy day like knowing somebody thought about me in a kind way. Yesterday, a package arrived in my mailbox. Inside was a handmade table runner from my niece Missy Albrecht. It came all the way from Minnesota just to cheer me, I’m certain of it. Because she knows me so well, […]
