by Kathleen Pellegrino | Dec 30, 2021 | Christmas Story, Environment, Giving thanks, Mystery, reading
So, This Was Christmas! What can I say? Did I have time to read? No! Shopping, get togethers, Christmas Eve with family, Christmas Day with family and a reminder of the times, I received my Moderna booster on Boxing Day and then I was deathly ill for two days. You...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Dec 26, 2021 | charity, Christmas Story, Environment, Experiencing life
I Heard The Word… And It Came Through Song ©2021 A short story by K. B. Pellegrino, Author Ms. Bitner sat in church two weeks before Christmas on a lovely Sunday morning. A habitual attendee, if for no other reason than to socialize, she appeared bored with the lack...
by kbpell321 | Dec 5, 2021 | After the Party, charity, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life
In early December we celebrated one of our young people’s 30th birthday in a raucous celebration. Lots of folks in their 20’s and 30’s bringing their experiences to those older and younger. Attending was a 15 month old who thought this party was for...
by kbpell321 | Nov 14, 2021 | After the Party, charity, decisionmaking, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, flowers
The Book of Mysteries by Jonathan Cahn I read with great interest the author Cahn’s elevating the ‘teacher’ to great heights as the teacher gives lessons from a low perch. Ah, the lessons grabbed me as they inspired me to write. Each page’s...
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...
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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