If she were alive today, I’d consider sending her a written thank-you, although why she, the master of mystery, should take note of it, I have no idea. I owe a lot to this lady. Although Miss Rinehart departed this life in 1958, her books are still with us, and I’m grateful for those well-written […]
Sep 13, 2017
Do You Know Who You Are?
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Who is coming today? Why, the Cozy Critters! The coffee pot will be on, the hundred-year old table will be waiting. I look forward to hearing what Jane, Peg, Carolyn, and Nancy have been reading or writing or painting. They will definitely liven up this old house of mine. As I looked at past blog […]
Aug 3, 2017
An Enthusiastic, Heart-Warming Welcome
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The enthusiastic welcome you are giving By the Fright of the Silvery Moon is heart-warming. Thank you. It is exciting to know that Ned and her latest mystery is going to so many homes. If you enjoy the book, an honest Amazon review would be mighty welcome too. Yesterday, my talented publisher, Pen-L.com, sent […]
Jul 10, 2017
Accepting Defeat as a Momentary Setback
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In the time of darkest defeat, victory may be nearest– William McKinley. Defeat–we all experience it from time to time. We have a goal in mind, try to reach it, do our utmost to reach it and we fail. The important thing is to get up and try again. Maybe that was the wrong direction to […]
Jul 1, 2017
Country Is In Her Blood But Patience Isn’t
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The loudest noise on this dark, quiet morning is my water fountain in the flower garden by the front porch. Its splash has always reminded me of a creek. And, looking out my back door beyond the deck, I can see only trees and believe, for a few a moments, that I’m in the country […]
May 30, 2017
What’s With Those Teachers, Anyhow?
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A mug of sizzling hot coffee sits on my desk. In the yard, a robin swoops toward the zinnias, a couple of squirrels play tag in my neighbor’s yard. And my thoughts return to olden, golden days, school days–and the teachers who walked in and out of the classrooms of my life. Those teachers were […]
