This is the birthday of someone very near, dear, and special to me. An old birthday song keeps playing in my head, “Today is the birthday, I wonder of whom; I know it’s for someone who’s right in this room. So, look all around you for somebody who is smiling and happy–my goodness! It’s you.” […]

A New Old Gift
Although this is June, yesterday seemed like Christmas. My friend Fran sent a box of old books and piano music by way of mutual friends Susan and Rodney. I haven’t had a chance to delve deeply into the novels and recipe books yet, but I see dates like 1913 and 1940. One is a cookery […]

Tea for Two
“So, what do you think?” I asked Helen. “Should I explain more fully about the red rose against the head stone?” We were discussing the edit of Grave Heritage and I had a few questions about making my meaning clearer concerning Darcy and Flora and their discovery toward the end of the book. Sometimes an […]

Where the Lost Things Are
My friend Jane has some interesting dreams and sometimes uses them in a story or poem. I do too, occasionally. Last night, I had a most interesting dream about a 1967 Ford Mustang. My husband and I bought the Mustang brand-new, straight off the showroom floor. It was beautiful, small, shiny brown with a leather-look brown interior […]

Heart, Help, and a Chilling Mystery
Yesterday was a near-perfect day, recalling the James Russell Lowell poem, What Is So Rare As a Day In June. Matt and Dawn, Sara and Nathan came, bringing a lot of heart-healthy foods for lunch and later. Dawn and I packed serving-size lunches and put them in the freezer. Nemo was glad to see everyone together […]


