Husby and me. Don't look closely . . . I told him not to laugh. But he did. Sigh. I married him anyway . . . It was a bri...

Have you ever watched the kids at church? Or heard their daily prayers? Well, I’ve been doing some research, These things are true,...

Daddy and me. Do any of the rest of you see the irony here? Okay I wasn’t supposed to do it. And I knew I wasn’t supposed to do it. ...

This many kids. One adult. My good friend was in hospital for a couple of days for some minor surgery. Her four kids (three girls an...

We have a tradition in our family. I know what you’re going to say . . . Another tradition?! Hear me out . . . When we were expec...

Mom's favourite picture. There is a line from a Joe Diffie (yes, I’m a country music fan) song that goes: Home was a back porch s...

The original eight... I have six kids. Yes, that’s a lot, But a love for kids is what I’ve got, I’ve welcomed each with open hea...

As the evening began . . . Sixty-two pies! Sixty two. And they ate all but twenty . . . Left-overs anyone?! As it ended . . . An...

It's Pie night! 32 done and 20 more to go.  Eating starts at 6! Grab a fork and join us! So, a repost of parties past - by reques...

On the street where we lived... The tricycle in the background sits on Penny's drive. I asked my youngest daughter what was her fav...

Navigate this! (Taken from Blarney Castle. Just after I kissed the famous stone.) In Canada, we have The Dominion Land Survey.  And...

Perfect for each other. My Mom had been raised on a ranch. She knew cattle and could speak the language with anyone. But there were tim...

The afternoon sun spilled through the living room window like golden honey. Making the air glow and creating a cozy pool of warm delici...

Chris. Taste is everything . . . My parents were travelling and had made a stop in a small town for lunch. At a tiny hotel restaurant. ...

Okay. This story is about urine specimens. Ick. Those who are faint of heart or easily queasy, stop now. Stop. I told you to stop. You...

Mr. Organized Dad was a veterinarian. The only one for several counties. Well . . . If you didn't count Dr. Brewster, the animal in...

And into the next generation . . . Husby is a book lover. Always has been. I am, too, but not to his extent. I remember, in our l...

Hands tell everything. I was sitting in Church beside my dad and comparing my hand to his. Mine were small, white and smooth. Unm...