by kbpell321 | Nov 4, 2021 | After the Party, Christmas Story, decisionmaking, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Giving thanks, Mystery, reading, Writing
On my street alone while I walked an easy mile, I heard or saw several stories One couple, natives to Massachusetts, in mid-life are moving to Tennessee and have already sold their home to a neighbor who has sold his home. Two or three stories from that event alone...
by kbpell321 | Sep 2, 2021 | After the Party, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Giving thanks
Just a short update on life in my world: I am hosting Linda, my sister-in-law from Tennessee this week. Our first activity was to drive to Providence to have lunch with Caroleann and Ed on Monday. Left for an overnight at the J&J Lodge in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire...
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...
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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