Hope

What would we do without hope? It’s more than a wish–it’s a yearning and a belief that somewhere, out in the future, things will get better. Hope rises with the sun each morning, but it doesn’t set as the sun sinks westward. Hope lives on, through even the darkest night. As the sun slid westward […]

Goose Summer

Goose Summer

From The Heritage of Etta Bend by Susie Latty Day. Time: around 1918, Place: the Latty Farm. In the fall come rare, sparkling days that are warm and bright, with very little wind, when nature seems to savor the last remnants of summer. Spider webs break loose from their moorings and float through the air, […]

The Merciless Wind, Part II

The Merciless Wind, Part II

  This is the second and final installment of my May 5, 1985 Daily Press article about the tornado which destroyed Peggs, Oklahoma on May 2, 1920. In 1920, Walter Neel lived with his parents, brothers and sisters on the Gid Morgan farm, two and a fourth miles southeast of Peggs. The storm went a […]

When Real Life Is Mysterious

When Real Life Is Mysterious

  Real-life mysteries exist all around us-life experiences, questions without answers. These are just begging to be put into a cozy mystery, and I am happy to oblige. Take houses, for example. Old houses have a history of their own. My parents moved a few times during my childhood, so I lived in several different […]

To Write or Not to Write

To Write or Not to Write

  Why did I write them? Why, indeed? Why are the three Ned McNeil moonlight books on the market, available for those who like to read cozy mysteries? As any writer can tell you, there are people and plots inhabiting the area in our brains where creativity takes place. Since those people and plots would […]

The Time Tunnel

The Time Tunnel

Go with me this morning on a journey–not so far in miles, but a great distance in time and quite a giant leap in imagination. We’re going to struggle through years of wild undergrowth–bushes, weeds, grape vines, wild rose bushes, blackberry briars, giant oaks, and we’ll stop at the remains of a small, wood house. […]

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