This post that I wrote two years ago popped up this morning. As I read it over, I saw that I had just finished Grave Heritage and had not yet written By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. I was looking forward to another two hours with the Cozy Critters. The face of the Cozy […]
Jan 3, 2018
Memories–In the Past or Always With Us?
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The morning sky is a quiet, pale blue/gray with rosy tints around the horizon. It is deceptively beautiful because it is deadly cold. I remember other January days when I was a child and the sense of excitement and adventure a new year brought. I remember bacon sizzling in the skillet, breakfast with Mom, Dad, […]
Dec 22, 2017
Friends and Cherished Memories
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What would Christmas be without friends? Old friends dropping in, new friends recently made, memories of friends gone by. Some of my oldest friends stay hidden deep within the recesses of boxes all year but come out once again, every Christmas. Amazingly, they didn’t always look as they do now. But, we all change with […]
Dec 13, 2017
Out With the Trash and Debris
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Trash! It does accumulate, doesn’t it? Before we know it, we have caches of stuff that we don’t use any more, but we hold onto it with a feverish grip born of familiarity. Sometimes, we get so used to it we don’t even see it any more; it’s just part of the scenery. Yesterday, I […]
Dec 12, 2017
The Strange Case of the Invisible Mystery Writer
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This is a strange case and could be thought of as fiction–it all depends on your experience, as a reader. My experience comes from the viewpoint of a writer. Maybe this is all make-believe, pretend, the stuff from which imaginary tales are made. Or, maybe it isn’t. What if it could be true? What if, […]
Dec 11, 2017
Looking Into the Face of Evil
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Evil lived in the heart of someone in Ednalee. What does the face of evil look like, Ned wondered. Among those smiling faces at the luncheon, did a friendly countenance hide a dark heart? Was someone planning Bessiebelle’s death before the luncheon or did something there spur the murder? Did Bessiebelle herself bring on her […]
