Monthly Archives: November 2015

Learning to Enjoy What Comes

Kate Flora: We had a quiet post-Thanksgiving weekend. No trips to the Mall. No frenzy of on-line shopping. Just walks in the autumn woods and plates of leftover turkey and of course, pie for breakfast. I used to love the … Continue reading

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Weekend Update: November 28-29, 2015

Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Kate Flora (Monday), Lea Wait (Tuesday), Barb Ross (Wednesday), John Clark (Thursday), and Maureen Milliken (Friday). In the news department, here’s what’s happening with some of us who blog … Continue reading

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One Scene at a Time

Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson here, blogging today about what, for lack of a better word, I’ll call the milestone I aim for when I sit down to begin my day’s work. I gather I’m a bit of an oddball. Most … Continue reading

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Senebec Hill Stuffing

Today we feature a “Ghost post” from John Clark and Kate Flora’s late mother, A. Carman Clark. Country living writer, journalist, newspaper editor, and, late in life, a mystery writer, Mrs. Clark always had a wry way of looking at … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving Again!

Vaughn Hardacker here. Another year is almost gone and I’m staring my 68th Thanksgiving in the eye. I’ve never been a holiday type of guy (even less so now that my nuclear family has disintegrated) and for many years I’ve … Continue reading

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A Secret Past

Jessie: In Northern New England, thinking about the past. Sometimes you think you know someone and it turns out that really you don’t. I’m not talking about politicians or dear friends or even a spouse with a secret. I mean … Continue reading

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The power of writing: A reminder from my distant past

Hi Crime Writer fans. Maureen here, in my chilly writer’s garret, with loyal dog and cat at my feet, waiting for the first snowflakes of winter to fall. Writers lead fairly insular lives. That’s not a secret. In fact, it’s … Continue reading

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