Yep. That's me. Heart-breaker extraordinary. 1965. I had just realized that boys didn't have cooties. I also discovered th...

The room of learning. One of my favourite classes in high school was Biology. We did exciting things in Biology. Dissected worms. ...

To my friends: Diane has the plague. Don't worry, it's not contagious through internet contact. I don't think . . . I'll ...

I had been living in the big city of Calgary for three whole days. My roommate got home from work just after I did. “Hey,” she ...

I have a friend. A best friend. Or BFF, if you prefer. She is fiercely loyal. Supportive. Encouraging. Kind. Fun. Believ...

Mom and I were visiting at my Auntie's house. An innocent enough activity. And from it, I got claustrophobia. Maybe I should...

Mom being Mom My Mom was amazing. She was the force behind: Meals appearing at clockwork intervals. Soiled clothes in hampers be...

One of a series of cartoons from the 'What I Saw at the Calgary Stampede' collection By Calgary Herald cartoonist, Stewart Cameron...

Gramma and Grampa Stringam Beginning with Remembrance Day, going through Thanksgiving and into Christmas, the season of ‘family’ and ‘t...

Yorkshire Pudding. A solid piece of our history. My Husby is a Planner. Really. It is a legitimate occupation. He plans . . . s...

Mom. All pressed and ready to go. My mom was an iron-er. A Demon iron-er. She ironed everything. Shirts. Pants. Dresses. Shorts....

Dinnertime is family time. And sometimes, you learn a lot. Let me tell you about it . . . We had been steadily working our way throug...

Yep. Back then, the brain . . . worked. The summer I was ten, my oldest sister, Chris, volunteered to run a summer day camp for the ki...

Mmmm . . . love. We were invited out to dinner last night. Our hostess served us Turkey a la King. And fresh, warm muffins. With...

My first official household job when I became a newly minted teenager was the vacuuming. Ugh. Mom would drag out her antiquated upri...

“Ummm . . . hello?” I moved out of the hallway cautiously. The reception area looked deserted, but I knew from past experience . . . “G...

This'll be my sweetie and me in another 20 years... Now you have a Love that is loyal and true, And perfect in every way. Bu...