by kbpell321 | Aug 3, 2021 | After the Party, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, flowers, Giving thanks
I was reminded today by my brother who lives in Tennessee, that the schoolchildren south of the Mason-Dixon Line will be returning (if allowed) to school this week or next week. And I have also noticed the early school start has creeped up in the northeast and...
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 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 27, 2021 | charity, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Giving thanks
We have new neighbors moving in next door. I have met them but don’t know them well. What I do know is they love their home and are restoring it to its original beauty. We are thrilled when folks love historic homes and work to bring them into the modern world....
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Apr 7, 2021 | Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, flowers, Giving thanks
My yearly visitors have arrived. Not all of them quite yet, I’m sorry to say. Analogous to receiving Amazon packages during shut down, when one or two come daily, my arrivals are just as reliable. Crocus in purple appear along with daffodil in yellow to start my...
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."
Recent Comments