She was sitting on my knee, studying my face as only a toddler can. Wha's that, Gramma?" She pointed. "My chin," I ...

Me. Occasionally, when Mom got tired of driving twenty miles of dirt roads for everything, my parents would move the family to our town ...

Me and Golly Gee. And yes, that is a band aid on my nose. Sexy! I learned two things that summer. 1.        Barbed wire gates are tr...

Swimsuit? Or underwear. You decide. It was a hot summer day. The girl whose family owned the only swimming pool in the town was hosting ...

January 31, 1988. Five months pregnant with my sixth baby. And playing center for my women’s basketball team in a winter tournament. ...

The nose is okay. The teeth . . . Okay, yes, I had been told never to do it. In fact, I had been threatened with certain death ...

For five years, I worked in a bookstore. The best of jobs. For a writing/reading addict like myself, the most perfect of jobs. In the...

It's magic! Okay, this is as gritty as I get . . . Last night, we were having dinner with our good friends. Lots of talk. Tons ...

“Gaahh! Mom! You’re standing in the lava!” Mom and Dad had taken us kids to see the movie ‘Krakatoa, East of Java’. (Okay, yes, I know t...

See? 4-H. Totally important.  I was raised on a ranch near the small town of Milk River, Alberta. On the Alberta/Montana border. F...

I can only dream . . . I’ve never been able to grow corn. The planets are aligned against it. Why am I thinking of this in the midd...

My Sweetie and Me Newly married. What a wonderful time. A time of love. Friendship. Companionship. A time of discovering f...

Have you seen one of these? In 1979, Husby and I moved to Winnipeg, Manitoba so he could complete his Master’s degree in history. It ...

Ahhh! Romance! Our good friends had been dating . . . umm . . . each other . . . for some time. For a young man deeply in love, a des...

Beginner’s Luck. First time’s the charm. Fortuitous, jammy, miraculous, providential, heaven smiles on you, fluky, as luck would have...

This . . . Sometimes, setting a record is a good thing. Sometimes . . . it isn’t. Yesterday, on the 15 of January in Edmonton, Albe...

Five of the six siblings. Husby is the cutie on the far right. Family travel in the late fifties was . . . interesting. I don’t know ...

Dishes and I have a history. Okay, yes, I use them at meals. But we regard each other with deep suspicion. I’ve recounted one experie...

Husby and I have just spent the past five days with our middle son at his home in Courtenay, BC. They have been days of long, long...