Saturday Evening Post

Red held out on you. Clyde has something up his sleeve. The breeze is a bit stiff tonight, so snuggle into a rocker with a cuppa. Let’s talk.

Jailbird Follies

As luck would have it, the hatemailers did not take off this week merely because Red was red-shirted. Set that drink off to the side because it is time to open the stupidest inbox in the blogosphere for the 42nd edition of the M3 Friday Follies!

Red Shirt

Red has been holding back a secret. Mantra tried to let the cat out of the bag, but Red stepped on the lid to the lantern. Today, the secret is out.

Writers Spotlight: RLB Hartmann

The M3 Coffee Shoppe was just opening for the morning, and Claret said there were three horses tied to the crepe myrtles at the sidewalk. Red knew exactly what to grab. She scalded some milk for a dark roast and snagged a tray of mantecadas with mango and star fruit slices. It was time for […]

Inevitable Silence?

What was the question?

The SIB held a series of questions which were destined to make their way to the posts of The M3 Blog, as they are a shining example of the intelligence and curiosity of the M3 Readers.