Family games - mischief made legal On the ranch in the evenings, particularly the long, winter evenings, opportunities for entertainme...

A guest post by Diane’s chief proof-reader and editor: Anonymous Husby-Figure As all of you out there in blog-land know by now, my Be...

The important First-Day-Of-School (FDOS) has passed. With its first-day outfits, hair dos, school supplies, shoes, and angst. And pictu...

See? Picture: www.wallpaperfo.com The wind blows in Southern Alberta. A lot. And usually from the west. Invariably, it’s hot an...

We watch movies. Old movies. A lot. Our family was raised on the crazy antics of Tony Curtis, Natalie Wood and Jack Lemmon in The Great Ra...

Before.  My Husby built our family a picnic table. Cedar. Nice. It was the scene of many, many family meals and celebrations. And occasi...

Muffy. Okay, she got bigger . . . We lived in Winnipeg, Manitoba for eight months. It was a beautiful city. It just wasn't home. But...

Me. Doing what I do. I blog. And now you're probably wondering why on earth I'm blogging about blogging. Wait for it . . . My bl...

What do you do when scary things happen? Do you hide? Fight? Scream? What if you’re a child? Now there is a beautiful new boo...

It was the most exciting, amazing, stupendous, thrilling, exhilarating, stirring, electrifying, sensational thing! Ever!!! Okay, I ad...

Once more, Delores has delivered. Once more, we put pen to paper.  So to speak. This week's words? flirtatious, blurred lines, h...

The ranch house. Warm. Comfortable. A little too welcoming. It was evening. Just before bedtime. And my dog, Cheetah, was barking. S...

A poem. Because . . . Each summer, since the dawn of time, We’d pack our kids and dogs and gear With plans to spend a week, sub...

A guest post by Steven Clark. Ready . . .? My oldest daughter has cultivated a new passion this summer: riding her bike.   As a bic...

You see misfortune. We saw 'scary'! There was a haunted house in Milk River. Haunted. Really. Demons lived there. Witches. ...

Ah. The good old days . . . I had to take a couple of horses to auction. One of the more painful aspects of ranching . . . In the o...