Yesterday was the 96-year anniversary of the tornado that destroyed Peggs, Oklahoma. I wrote about that sad event when I was writing feature stories for The Tahlequah Daily Press, in the 1980s. The newspaper story was my blog post here on this site on May 2, three years ago. Yesterday, I put a link to that […]
Apr 28, 2016
Beautiful, Bountiful Books
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Six of us gathered around the hundred-year old table yesterday for our time of critiquing. Fortified with coffee and cookies, we Cozy Critters enjoyed an especially hilarious two hours. I think we were glad to all be together again. Jane, fresh from her Chicago trip, had much to share. She read a recent poem, “The Longest […]
Apr 3, 2016
The Blotting Paper Syndrome
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Long, long ago, back in the Dark Ages when I was young, we had a writing utensil known as a fountain pen. In fact, I still have one or two tucked away somewhere. The pens got the job done and worked great but they required a blotter. You see, the ink from a fountain pen had to dry or […]
Mar 29, 2016
What Was That Mysterious Moan?
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Three years ago, I wrote an article about changing real life mysteries into cozies. Here ’tis once more: How many of us remember when we were children, telling scary stories at night or listening to a spooky tale that some one else told? Those stories gave us a satisfying case of the shivers. Satisfying only because we knew […]
Mar 18, 2016
A Patchwork Spring Day
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My thoughts this morning are a patchwork of this and that, a meandering trip through unrelated things. Hopefully coherent but probably not cohesive. Speaking of related–it was a pleasure yesterday to get a request from a dear niece for information on ancestors. It’s great when younger people want to know about previous generations, those who […]
Mar 3, 2016
And There Sat Ginger Ed
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This is the conclusion of the children’s mystery story. Yesterday (Wednesday) my sister-in-law Linda and I went to Fran’s St. Pat’s luncheon. I made some pictures as did Jane. I’ll post them and the impressions of the luncheon tomorrow. But right now, on to Ginger Ed! Sally scrunched her eyes tight shut and counted sheep. […]
