Early morning slips in on silent feet. It moves through drowsy trees, stirring a leaf here and there. Within the branches of a blue spruce, something stirs. A bird, perhaps? Darkness is slow to leave; the day is loath to begin. At last, gathering the shadows around it like a cloak, the dawn glides away, yielding to the rising of a […]
Aug 29, 2015
Books, Mushrooms, and Other Stuff
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My house is awash in books! Honestly. Just take a look a these pictures and that’s not counting the books in the bedrooms and stored away because I don’t have enough bookshelves. I guess you could say I am book poor. Another way of looking at it is that I’m book rich. Whichever, I’m glad […]
Aug 28, 2015
Last Day for Free Book
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Thanks to everyone who have been downloading Best Left Buried as a free ebook and have also decided to purchase The Cemetery Club and Grave Shift to go along with it. Remember this is the last day for the free book. One of the perks of writing is I get to meet other authors and make […]
Aug 21, 2015
One of a Kind
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William McKinley was President when my dad, Robert Bryan Day, was born. People got from place to place by train or horse and wagon or riding horseback or they walked. At least, that was true of the Day family in rural Arkansas. Dad saw many, many changes during his eighty-eight years on this earth, from […]
Aug 18, 2015
A Harvest of Years
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Yesterday was one of those rare, golden days, a day when I reaped the bounty of years gone by. Dad planted some grape vines a long time ago; I don’t even remember how many years ago. Yesterday, I gathered what he had painstakingly planted. His great-grandchildren will be beneficiaries of those lovely grapes made into jelly. That’s, let […]
Aug 16, 2015
Starting Points
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Sometimes I think back to Etta Bend, to the middle child in a family of three girls and one boy who grew up there, as the starting point for my family, at least for my mother’s branch. Then, of course Dad’s side had another starting point in Mena, Arkansas. From those beginnings came (so far) five, six, […]
