Aerial view. The day after. Not far from Calgary, Alberta, and just east of the Crowsnest Pass, lies the small, bustling ...

He looked at me. “So? What’s your wish?” I scrunched up my face into my most impressive I’m-thinking-about-it form and . . . thought ab...

Mmmmm... I've  used many, many recipes in my life. Starting with simple: crackers and cheese. And, believe me, you have to g...

Call me! My Dad is the last surviving member of a family of thirteen, the youngest of eleven children. He has been reminisci...

My 1300 th post. My daughter says I should do something . . . important. But I don’t know anything important. You’re getting the old...

In honour of Family Day, I present . . . my family . . . I’m sure it was a normal, every-year, run-of-the-mill holiday. Everywhere b...

My First  Valentine  is nearly 90 years old. I have been visiting him and making sure he is eating and all of the important stuff . . . ...

Ready to go. Pictured L to R: Anita, Blair, Dad, George, Jerry, Missing: Mom, Chris, Diane and the potty. Traffic has slowed to ...

Just when you thought you knew what went on behind the scenes... My daughter works in Theatre. It is an adventurous, kaleidoscopic, c...

Today is my eldest son's 38th birthday. 38th. Wow. I've just realized how old that makes me. Sigh. The following is a story from...

I'm a maker-of-beds; a bed-maker, me. I do it to make things as neat as can be. My Husby’s a nest-er; glad burrower, he. Rolled i...

My Trees . . . and some of their brothers I had to bundle up for my walk this morning. It was -28C (-19F) with a nasty, evil nor...

Dad has been story-telling. Surely the best of times . . . College Boy. Christmas, 1946.  Our newly-minted college boy was bac...

Happy world Nutella day! I love Nutella. For many reasons. This is the main one . . . Sometimes, miracles are tasty! Two years a...

What we wanted. What we got. Debbie and I had spent the morning dreaming about the big ‘B’. Boys. All of whom were fas...