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  Cedar Bay, Oregon meets the East Coast. Kelly makes a rare visit to the East Coast. Of course, there is a crime. This time Mike, her husband and sheriff, stay back West. This cozy involves family relationships and the little word 'will' that can make tears come down the cheeks whether for glee or sadness. The pain one mother, Marcy, experiences might resonate with some readers. Julie, the victim, seems like a young woman any of us would love knowing. As we experience the sorrow of her loss, there is food to help us get through the tragedy. These different food recipes are at the end of the book. I would like to try the Apple Crisps. However, Kelly enjoyed those Lobster Rolls. Glad you enjoyed your East Coast visit to Boston and Maine, Kelly. Come again.  dianneharman.com/mybooks

"A year after Given died, Mama planted a tree for him. One every anniversary, she said, pain cracking her voice. If I live long enough, going to be a forest here, she said, a whispering forest. Talking about the wind and pollen and beetle rot. She stopped and put the tree in the earth and started beating the soil around the roots. I heard her through her fists."

"Hay, verbena and mignonette scented the languid July day. Large strawberries, crimsoning through sprigs of mint, floated in a bowl of pale yellow cup on the verandah table: an old Georgian bowl, with complex reflections on polygonal flanks, engraved with the Raycie arms between lion's heads." http://www.rosecityreader.com/ Edith Wharton paints a beautiful picture here. I'm thinking the Raycie family are very rich.

"I always wanted to go. I would wander off in the woods all alone, following some inside urge to go places. This alarmed my mother a great deal. She used to say that she believed a woman who was an enemy of hers had sprinkled "travel dust" around the doorstep the day I was born...Some children are just bound to take after their fathers in spite of women's prayers."Kindle

"Don't ever let a lunatic touch you. You don't know what kind of diseases they are carrying. And there are certain mental illnesses that can be contagious." I hope people no longer see mentally ill patients as carriers of diseases. If this is our thought, no one will care whether these patients are cared for in hospitals or homes. I wonder how our thoughts have changed about the Mentally Ill down through the years and centuries. I wonder have we added new stereotypes.

"At the final word, he put down his pen and, waving his diary in the air for the ink to dry, smiled the smile of a man who has put his hand in his pocket for a farthing and drawn out a golden goose."

bermudaonion.net/2018wondrous-words-wednesday-     Historical Examples anagogy , an′a-goj-i, n. the mystical interpretation or hidden sense of words. http://www.dictionary.com/browse/anagogy While looking at a website, I happened to see this word. I had never seen it, or heard it. The presentation of a painting by a famous artist stirred me to find a definition. Here is a type of sentence made up by me. " Pablo Picasso's work of a mother and child is filled with anagogy.    

"Do not resent your passion. Control it, yes, but please don't kill it. Without it, you would be as limp as an overcooked noodle, your life as bland as hospital food. God created you to be zesty and alive!" www.goodreads.com/author/show/72902.T_D_Jakes

"His morning ritual, conducted in that silence and dim light, made each day seem holy.  And each day when he stepped from their home he did so feeling devout...Odd who had decided early in that season and in the face of Sargent's sermons that he'd take his heaven on earth.  And he'd found it in his and Rebekah's domesticity, in their quiet and honest life together.  He'd never felt so at peace, not even during his best moments in the skiff." http://petergeye.com/

Latin quotes are running through my mind. Words that I can neither pronounce nor translate. Still, I have a good feel for St. Oswald's church of school for boys. In "Different Class" by Joanne Harris, it is impossible to keep one's emotions locked away or hidden. First, I have to congratulate the author for taking on one issue which branched into many other subjects. It's a coming of age story. It's the one our children might have never shared with us. It's about their schools whether public or private. It's about their friends and their professors or teachers. The novel brings to the forefront the fact that after we let our child walk into a kindergarten class or even a nursery we lose a part of them. A part of their life no longer belongs to us. Perhaps, it's the beginning of learning about secrets. It's about obedience and what is not disobedience. So many issues that cause the heart to beat fa

September 1981 Dear Mousey, Fun facts About Murder: Use Coca-Cola to clean up blood spills. The combination of ascorbic acid and carbonated water actually digests the blood, leaving no trace of evidence. This seems like a frightening opening to a novel involving a boys school, a church school. I feel as though something dreary and horrible is going to happen within the pages of  "Different Class" by Joanne Harris. rosecityreader.com        

East Texas is a place where there are good times and bad times. In "Bluebird, Bluebird" by Attica Locke, there are really awful days for people like Geneva, the owner of the cafe, Joe, her husband, and Darren, a Texas Ranger, and others I haven't named like the visiting Law student, Michael. This novel involves more than one crime and I mention Geneva, first because she will experience both horrible incidents personally. Both crimes touched my heart. However, I felt more touched by the double homicide. It happens six years than the bayou murders. It involves a black man and a white woman. There springs alive a bed of hatred or more specifically racism. No dirty rice, okra or catfish can calm the nerves of the community. The special dish seems to give only energy to the body to scream and cry and wonder why. There isn't a race riot. There is just the knowledge of Darren, the Texas Ranger, and the relatives that the case needs solving quickly. Before th

" 'An eye like a blue pearl,' was what my father said. And then he died. During a winter's first snowfall, just like this." http://www.svreeland  

Sleeping Beauty was awakened with a kiss. In Mary Ashley Townsend's poem "Creed," a woman, I think, not a man is awakened not only from a long sleep but from death. The real sleep which is described as "cold" and like someone living in "exile" is romantic and not dreary. If I think of a realocation, I remember descriptions of  Siberia.  It is her lover's love that awakens her. She "gladly" feels herself awake from the strange, unknown place of death. It is thought of as an isle. This seems like such a romantic poem. However, If I think of prose, I think of "The House of Ushers" by Edgar Allan Poe? I'm not sure whether it was love that awakened her or something else. There are two words in this stanza that puzzle me. What does the poet mean by "folded orbs?" let's see if I can print the stanza here with the two words that are puzzling to me. poemhunter.com/poem/creed-13/                                  

"Ida, my dear, you don't really believe that fascism can survive in the land of liberte', e'galite', et fraternite'?"   gloriagoldreich.com

In "What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours" by Helen Oyeyemi, there is music, puppets, beautiful English and Chinese roses, music and keys and locks. All of this and more tempt our imagination and curiosity to come out and play. A desire is awakened to visit La Pedrera in Spain. It is definitely a book where a reader will find the time to revisit and relearn the characters. I feel each time it is reread another key will become available to open another locked door. helenoyeyemi.com

I am so in love with Storyton Hall. Is there a real one in my city? The atmosphere is wonderful. There are Mystery book covers framed and placed on the wall. Then, I read about the menu. Had to share it. "Guests savored the October sunshine while the waiters bustled about serving Julius Caesar salads, Herman Melville chowder, Homer's pulled pork sandwiches, or Mark Twain chicken biscuits along with iced tea and lemonade."

Kate Drayton is home from Harvard to work on a writing assignment. Also, she wants to seek answers to her Southern past. There are many secrets in her South Carolina background. Her story is going to involve a slave revolt. One that failed. That's the interesting point. How often did a revolt fail? I immediately want to know what caused the failure. I also want to know what does it have to do with a White girl's life.  As she and a friend boy of color take a walk together, the Spanish Moss is a reminder of "ropes." I think of the ropes used for lynching. Hope I'm not off track.

There are times when it is necessary to walk through dark passages. These places that make us uneasy lead to the truth. In "Buenos Aires Noir" Edited By Ernesto Mallo, there are many passages about murder, drugs, poverty, bad marriages. These are not just horror stories written without a purpose by these different Spanish authors. Their idea is to give a glimpse of the parts of Argentina never seen by tourists. Yes, the discomfort of the stories causes edginess. The good part of that negative feeling is that we learn this place is like our country in its troubles. In other words, we do not suffer alone, and we are not peculiar. If and when we ever meet one another, our introductions to one another will lack a feeling of desperate strangeness. We will remember our brother, sister, friend or the boys who played basketball in the streets. Each story led to a desire to know about the author. Thankfully, in the back of the book there are short bios for each author. Now I know

Although very sorry about the murder of the Pacific Northwest Artist, I still laughed a plenty while reading the lines Stoker Templeton-Vane and Veronica Speedwell threw at one another. The fact that Veronica is a butterfly netter makes for exciting reading too. I wanted to look up each butterfly named. I didn't have time. I wished for more detailed descriptions of the butterflies. I especially like the part where Veronica and Stoker or maybe just Veronica become "foxed." Stoker carries her over his back and Veronica says the view is wonderful. There is only one more book in the series, I think. So, I am looking forward to your next set of mysteries. Sorry for not mentioning the title and your name which I remember very well: "A Perilous Undertaking" by Veronica Speedwell. Oh yes, Veronica does have the nerve of an aching tooth. That is so true. Your mystery brought back happy memories. A few years ago I read a Historical Fiction novel by Susa