by kbpell321 | Aug 26, 2021 | Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life
Goals Drive… Yesterday I met Noe. This city of mine is Springfield, Massachusetts, and until the late nineties, we did not have a large workforce from Mexico. His story is the story of my grandparents, just from a different country. He is a handsome and...
by kbpell321 | Aug 15, 2021 | After the Party, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Giving thanks, Mystery, Writing
We have just returned from eight days at the family home on Cape Cod Bay in East Sandwich, Most days were perfect beach weather, which for many of my friends who are able to lie on the beach for hours at a time, would call the weather ‘perfecto.’ I hit the...
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 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...
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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