by Kathleen Pellegrino | Oct 13, 2020 | After the Party, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, Giving thanks, Mystery
Fifty-two degrees and rainy in Springfield, MA today. I slept in to an inordinate and unseemly time for a working author. Still, I awoke with a vigorous attitude towards my daily duties and writing. Small jobs faced me; jobs I normally try to put off. Perhaps the...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Oct 6, 2020 | After the Party, Environment, Experiencing life, flowers, Giving thanks
I spent a weekend at a beautiful location on the shores of Lake Winnipesaukee, near Wolfboro, New Hampshire. This 21 mile long by 8/5 mile wide lake is the site of America’s history starting with the English Tories. The town is the oldest vacation site in the...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Sep 2, 2020 | Experiencing life, Giving thanks
I soul-searched today about my personal history with Labor Day. I remember parades; albeit some were very small. Mostly as a child, I celebrated lakeside with my family at cottages in New Hampshire. I remember wearing my bathing suit all day and going barefoot. My...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Oct 16, 2019 | After the Party, charity, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, flowers, Giving thanks, glowers
Une petit dejeuner et des fleurs. This combination of my neighbor Trudi’s dahlias and a small breakfast should fortify the soul of any of us. The display is homespun. It gives grace to our ordinary days, but can it by itself give us relief when we are worried or...
by Kathleen Pellegrino | Oct 2, 2019 | After the Party, charity, Endurance, Environment, Experiencing life, flowers, Giving thanks, glowers
I sit in the dark staring out the open window hearing the swish of the tree branches responding to the call of the wind. I see the leaves clearly; all their shapes, colors, and sizes are distinctly caught through my lenses and imprint on my mind. And, I am calmed. The...
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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