Cozy mysteries are fun to read and fun to write. If they were not, who would read or write them? As well as being fun, they are instructive. They’ve taught me several life lessons. Storms come in every life. There is no problem than cannot be solved. Perseverance wins the day. Home’s hearth fires burn […]
Feb 23, 2020
A Frog, a Toad, and Life
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A frog and a toad have inspired generations of children and adults. Although they existed only on the pages of books by Arnold Lobel, these small amphibians taught real life lessons. Frog and Toad were friends and never a day went by that one didn’t go visit the other and, over a piece of cake […]
Feb 22, 2020
Does It Really Have to End?
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Does the Story Have to End? The following is by a guest blogger, my sister-in-law Linda Day. This was published a few years ago, but it’s always fresh and new. Haven’t we all felt this way? Reading wasn’t always an enjoyable pastime. Being a tomboy and growing up in a rural area, more interesting adventures […]
Feb 12, 2020
Rain and Dreams and Things
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It’s raining this morning. The temperature is above freezing, so that’s good. Why does one dream? More particularly, why does one dream about a professor in college one hasn’t thought about for decades? Last night, Dr. Clayton, one of my business professor, was in my dream. I was talking to someone about, of all things, […]
Jan 26, 2020
Sunday Coffee
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Scattered thoughts this morning–but, after all, it’s Sunday, and it’s cold, and this cup of coffee hasn’t had time, yet, to scatter the fuzziness of sleep. Yes, I over-slept! A couple of robins are on my front lawn. Are they thinking about nest-building already? And, the jonquils by the mailbox are up and looking green. […]
Oct 8, 2019
A Worthy Ambition
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Yesterday, the afternoon stretched before me. It was one of those days that I didn’t really want to delve into anything that would require much concentration. In other words, I felt at loose ends. Then, a niggling, guilty thought intruded. I needed to get started cleaning out the garage, sorting through, throwing away, giving […]
