Us. In 1984. Without the parkas. Why do I remember the winter of 1984 so vividly? It was, in a word, COLD. But that isn’t the only ...

Muffy the First. With our eldest son, Mark For over thirty years, our family raised Old English Sheepdogs. We love them. They come as li...

Ha! I KNEW it was going to snow! “Look to the cows,” said Dad, the wise, “And you will come to realize, That by their actions, you c...

The Victim The question was innocent enough. “Daddy? How old were you when you started driving?” The answer was anything but. Innoc...

We were listening! Hands on Spiritual training. Really. On Sundays our family regularly attended church. For three hours. ...

I get nervous whenever I have to deal with anything official. Or legal. Like taxes. Or crossing the border. Call it...

Delores has done it again! From the far reaches of her vast intellect, she has presented us with this week's challenge. And...

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...