On the prairies, pies come in two forms. The edible. And the inedible. One kind is made from prairie fruit. The other comes from cow...

A good start. Seventeen. The magic number. And she was so close! Gather around. I have a story to tell . . . Our family loves t...

My little soldier. My kids belong on a stage. Case in point: It was a hot, sunny, summer afternoon. We sometimes get those in Edm...

Or something similar . . . We were driving to town. Maybe that doesn't sound like earth-shattering news to you, but we lived a h...

Warning: Graphic chicken action Mmmm. Dinner! Some ranch kids end up with a skewed view of life. Let me explain . . . Husby wa...

Watch out! She'll get you! The morning milking happened . . . early. Before any of the younger kids were stirring. It was a peacefu...

The Behemoth Things move. Big things. They move. I have proof. On the ranch, we had a large power pole. Full sized. Firmly planted. It ...

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...