Yesterday, the mailman brought a mystery package. No, the package wasn’t mysterious but inside the cardboard covering lay a mystery–Grave Heritage! It is actually my proof. I must now read for a final error check before it is published September 19. Naturally, I had to show it off to my family. This is my daughter-in-law […]
Sep 1, 2016
September’s Song
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The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day Manos September is that, isn’t it…summer’s afterglow? Each spring, leaves, flowers, grass are bursting with new […]
Aug 31, 2016
Stories Lie Buried in Every Cemetery
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In the book of life, yesterday’s page has been filled. Tomorrow’s page is a mystery. All we have is today–a fresh, white page and we hold the pen — Flora Tucker. In all four of the Darcy and Flora cozy mysteries, cemeteries are front and center. I don’t think any of the books are morbid, do you? […]
Aug 22, 2016
Curiouser and Curiouser
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Aren’t you glad the world is full of mysteries? Isn’t it pretty neat that, with all our know-how, many things still elude answers? Sometimes, in trying to ravel out mysteries, the mystery itself becomes curiouser and curiouser. (Excuse me. I mean more and more curious.) This morning, I read that the great mystery of Stonehenge has […]
Aug 15, 2016
Coffee with Friends
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Good morning. I like to begin the day with you. So, pour a cup of coffee and join me. Those in NWArkansas and NEOklahoma, be forewarned: the Balsam Fir weather wand is pointing downward. That means rain! I’ll bet the Four O’Clocks along my back fence have opened because it’s as dark as early evening. […]
Aug 8, 2016
Beetles, Butterflies, and Bugs
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“Nathan, come quick and see this little bug on the screen door. It’s irridescent,” I called. When Nathan came, he took one look and agreed with me that the small green and gold insect which glistened in the sun was beautiful. But why was it so still on the screen door? Gently, I scooped him onto the […]
