For three years, we lived next to a haunted house. Okay, it really wasn't 'haunted'. But strange things went on there. M...

 . . . or you could just throw it at someone . . . In high school, amid the myriad choices, there was one class everyone was expected t...

Picnics are a fixture of the great Canadian summer. Something anticipated throughout the long, dark winter.  The reward for spending mon...

This . . . Will get you this . . .  Maybe . . . For over twenty years, we ran a family business. Mikey's Music Machine. We w...

I'm home! Hopefully to stay for a while . . . Lunch. For over twenty years, my Husby served as Scout supervisor. This included ...

By request, a repost of my award-winning story. If you missed Part One, it's here . Part Two? Here . We'll proceed slowly so...

Not just for food storage any more. Son Two is tall. In his stocking feet, six-foot-eight.  Put shoes on the lad and . . . well,...

It's time for our family's annual trek to beautiful Banff, Alberta. Hiking. Swimming. Climbing. Games. Reading. Family. We are ...

Our eldest son isn't someone who could be considered 'sneaky'. In fact, I think he swings quite the other way. Oh, he trie...

A better view. From our porch. Mexico. The history. The culture. The food. The heat. The warm beach. The tourists . . . H...

Jerry. With Mom. Oh . . . and me. Jerry is my big brother. He’s cool He’s neat. And he never could be considered a ‘party animal...

Now tell me a dark shirt and light tie wouldn't have looked spiffy! My future Husby and I were preparing for our wedding. It had...

Big Sister modelling the new chaps. And yes, something (footwear?) is missing.  Dad. Ditto. In the calving field at the Stringam Ra...

Or something similar... I can only write this story because the Statute of Limitations has expired. Growing up on the ranch provided ...

Our intrepid camping ally, Ancient of Days. It's Summer. Camping time again. Something our family has done for the past 1000 y...

Just the two of us. My Husby believes in date night. A least once a week. He and me. Fun. In our earlier, more penurious days ...