Just the two of us. My Husby believes in date night. A least once a week. He and me. Fun. In our earlier, more penurious days...

Don't let the tie fool you. Our eldest son had a world class talent. World class. If it had been an event in the Olympics, ...

Okay. She's tougher than she looks . . . My little brother and sister were playing. Something they wasted a lot of time doing....

Jerry. With Mom. Oh, and me. Jerry is my big brother. He’s cool He’s neat. And he never could be considered a ‘party animal’. ...

Go ahead! Sing! How do you 'rise and shine'? Throughout my life, I have been summoned from sleep in various ways. Some ge...

I was never the victim of bullies in grade school. But there were kids that didn’t like me. And at times, I wished ‘nasty’ on them. ...

Milk River is a small place. Hardly more than a dot on a map. And, though it was the centre of my world, in a cosmopolitan sense, it...

A reworked post for a very busy day. Enjoy! We had a dog.  Mike.  Big dog.  Saint Bernard.  Very protective.  He thought nothing of ...

No Yes This story is about sex. But it’s not what you think. I was raised on a ranch. There are animals on a r...

Look closely. I'm sure you'll see some gaps . . . Okay, I don't want to suggest that there is a generation gap in our fam...

It's July. Time for a story about Christmas. Because. And in keeping with what has become a week of stories about my Husby, my ...

He is a Honey Bunny! I admit it. I call my Husby names. Maybe I should explain . . . My Husby was serving on a church committee...

Monday's PhotoPrompt: Inspired by my PhotoPrompt group and my good friend Delores at The Feathered Nest   For several months, my Hu...

The Stringam ranch house had one delicious feature. That kids love. And parents hate. The kitchen ran right into the hallway, wh...

You see animals. They see . . . Sometimes, all that matters is the obvious . . . Our grandchildren were playing. I should mention...

Which are you? I just read that, when faced with something dire, a person will fight. Or a person will fly. Sometimes, we don't ...

Foreground: Ranch. Background: Machinery Hill On the Stringam Ranch, there was a hill. A large hill. It had old machinery parked ...

I am bilingual. Oh, not in the way you imagine. My second language really isn't that practical. Truth be told, I don't even ...

Oh, the places we went . . . Photo Credit Mom was washing the floor. Something she did often. Because. I should mention also ...