It's Christmas . . . Life has gotten busy.  I'm re-posting one of my Christmas stories. If you missed part one, wherein we w...

Christmas. The busy time has started . . . Over the next four days, I'm reprinting one of my Christmas short stories. I hope you enjo...

It was Christmas. The time of magic. Wonderment. And gift-giving. For a single mom with two little girls, an income sufficient for...

I have no excuse. But I'll let you judge . . . A woman in our church group, whom I had never met, had just given birth to a tiny...

My Dad, aged three. And yes, that is a gun. Don't ask. Okay, I admit it, I have had a few . . . misunderstandings . . . with the fa...

Okay, that's not me, it's my little brother, Blair. But that is one of the beds. Picture me in it . . . I have just realized th...

I was raised on a ranch twenty miles from the nearest town. It was a wonderful place in which to grow up. I lived and worked and s...

A few days ago, Husby and I went to a movie.  We enjoyed it. And we got in for the price of $25.00 for the two of us. And that incl...

Yes. That's me. Just before I turned fifty, Husby took me and our two youngest children on a holiday. To Italy. And, even more ex...

Don't blink! Blink and you're dead Way, way too scary . . . We had been visiting with our daughter. Had a wonderfu...

The truth behind the beard... Husby and I come from a long line of designated drivers. Generations of teetotalers. It works for...

Husby and me. In our alter egos. Picture by Bonnie-Jean McAllister at Ealanta Photography It's the single best job anywhere. Ever. ...

Later... Mom was in a panic. She had looked away for an instant. An instant. And her toddler had disappeared. Twenty-month-old...

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