Articles by HL Carpenter

The sound of music

  The heavy toolbelt rode low on his hips, like a holster. His boots were thick-soled and sturdy, worn and well-used. He had gathered his…


What are you looking at?

The window was dirty. We noticed the less-than-pristine appearance while we were refilling the birdbath. Perhaps you’re thinking that cleaning windows is a pain (okay,…


Cookies for the dogs

  One-half of our mother/daughter duo was enjoying a ten-day vacation, and the other half was tasked with the care and feeding of Carpenter Country’s…




Read, Repeat

  One of the paperback books on our bookshelf is well-read, which is a polite way to say the book is practically in tatters. We…



The Berry Angle

  We almost waited too long. The berry bushes were nearly stripped of fruit by the time we arrived at the field, and the attendant…


Doe Snot

  We’re big fans of words, which is no surprise, considering our profession as writers. We read a lot of fiction of all types. We…


Your writing is at risk

  The antivirus program had no doubt. The ever-changing virus definitions were outdated, even if only by a matter of hours, and the computer was…