Yes, indeed, bees were one of the things we Cozy Critters discussed yesterday. Critiques are always a fun time and topics are far-ranging, but we actually do zero in on writing and books too. Jane read us the continuing adventures of Murphy the Puddle Duck. We are encouraging her to put these stories into a book. […]
Apr 23, 2014
No Pecksniffians Allowed
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“I found Mom’s old yellow coffee pot on the counter in the kitchen. By the time she appeared, I was warming my hands around a steaming cup. I poured her a mugful.” “She pulled the coffee canister off the shelf. To her way of thinking, in all times of stress, coffee helped restore normalcy.” “I […]
Apr 22, 2014
Perspectives
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To anyone looking at the puddle under the eaves yesterday morning, it was just that–a rain puddle; but to Sara, when she was small, it was a wonderful wading pool. She delighted in splashing through it after a spring rain. To me, it was just two tacos and an order of cinnamon twists, but to […]
Apr 21, 2014
The Mystery Deepens
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Decoration Day will soon be here–just next month, in fact. Attending Decoration Day has been our family’s custom for many years–well, actually, I guess for more than a century. It is a celebration of those we’ve loved who have died before us. We go to the cemetery to place flowers on their graves, not because we think their […]
Apr 18, 2014
They’re Coming!
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Nature itself seemed to recoil at the horror before Darcy Campbell and her mother, Flora Tucker. Trees bowed and swayed to a wild wind and angry clouds brooded over gray headstones. But, there was no doubt about it–a bare, human foot stuck stiffly from a mound of dirt and limbs heaped in the ancient graveyard. […]
Apr 17, 2014
A Little of This and of That
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Tiny black intruders have, once again, invaded my kitchen. Black ants do this every spring. I’m not sure why they do. They seem to have no purpose. They dash off in one direction, stop, and run in the opposite direction. They wander here and there, always at top speed, always going somewhere but I don’t […]
