This blog is being written four days before Thanksgiving Day while I am lying here with a Continuous Passive Motion machine attached to my leg twice a day for about five hours. I just had my knee replacement done and I am not having a very pleasant experience to say the least. Even though we
The Story of the Runaway Scrape as Told by Dilue Rose Harris in Her Memoirs Written at the Turn of the Century in the Struss-Smithson Home in Eagle Lake, Texas. To kick off a complete revision of my website incorporating many new 2nd editions, one of my favorites, The Yellow Rose has been refreshed with
Another whodunnit from St. James! Even the passage of the light slowed, and the sounds became as if they were muffled from a heavy blanket over someone’s face. Aside from the beating of his heart, not one muscle moved. The pounding inside beat a rhythm to the words of his execution, the cold steel from
