by kbpell321 | Jul 29, 2021 | Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Mystery, reading, Uncategorized, White lies, Writing
Computer glitches and vacations and editing requirements and publishing problems and life itself have all interfered with my blogging. Authoring requires dedication to more than just the written word. Life itself requires more than just existing. Holding all together...
by kbpell321 | Jun 23, 2021 | After the Party, Environment, Experiencing life, flowers, Giving thanks
It can’t be hump day. I don’t want today, Wednesday, to end. Normally hump day leaves me forcing myself through my duties to get to the second part of the work week. The feeling of going down hill after a climb is exhilarating. Not today. The weather is...
by kbpell321 | Jun 10, 2021 | After the Party, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Giving thanks
I’ve been weeding in the garden and see the parallels to line editing with the endless repetitive effort. Editing requires finding, checking, rewording or not, reevaluating my understanding of the placement of conjunctions, prepositions, adverbs, and...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | May 5, 2021 | After the Party, charity, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, flowers, Giving thanks
On a rainy day, I am reminded that three of my grandparents immigrated from Ireland in the early 1900’s. I’ve visited Ireland on several occasions. The people are friendly, the pubs inviting, and the land is greener than the travel brochures can capture...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Apr 21, 2021 | After the Party, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, flowers, Giving thanks
I purchased a shed for my city space in August 2020. COVID related problems prevented immediate delivery, delaying it to mid-March 2021. Five days later the shed was destroyed in a sudden and violent storm. Such occurrences take the wind from our sails. But then...
Kathleen lives with her husband Joe and their dog Othello midst their large family in Springfield, Massachusetts.
"My love affair with plots, murder, mystery, spies and, in general, with crime novels began at an early age. I read and read – probably have read 2,000 crime novels since then. Even at an early age, I developed my own plots if only to cover up my misdeeds to the chagrin of my family and teachers. Some less creative called it fibbing!
Now I write from the love of plot – of people and their ways –of life – of philosophy – about crime –about the sociopath/psychopath."
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