Quick! Take a picture! In Southern Alberta, in the sixties, the country roads were more a suggestion than an actual fact. Sketchy at...

In our corner of the world, in winter, the nights are very long. For a period of time, the street lights are coming on when the scho...

 Daddy and Me It's winter. I'm dreaming of spring . . . Spring had finally arrived at the ranch. Let me describ...

Okay. How can we complicate this . . . My Dad went to veterinarian college in Guelph, Ontario. Some time during the Dark Ages. Oka...

Something for Everyone! My Husby's father was a wonderful man. Generous Cheerful. Loving. Devoted to his numerous offsprin...

A poem. Because . . . The water's there.  The yeast is, too. The sugar, eggs and oil. A pinch of salt.  Some scoops of flour. ...

Okay. Do you have one of these . . .? Or these? My Husby and I drive vintage cars. 'Vintage' is a classy name for 'o...

Happy first day of 2015! Due to last night's revelry (We welcomed in the New Year by drinking root beer, eating chips, working on a puz...

Santa’s life is not an easy one.  Oh, there is plenty of the joy and happiness and ho-ho-ho laughter, all those things that Santa stands ...

Yeah. Don't let him fool you. He only looks like a college student. Studying. Dad was a veterinarian student in Guelph, Ontario. ...

If you think the outside is fantastic . . . Edmonton, Alberta is a good-sized city. Not distressingly large, by the world's stan...

On the prairies, winter storms can blow up very fast. Obliterating the countryside and bringing visibility to zero. One can lose o...

It’s the Christmas break and I’m enjoying the break from teaching. So, what could be better than a story about teaching . . . Grandma...