The summer I turned nine was supposed to be the most exciting of my life. And it was.   For all of the wrong reasons . . . 1. The bridge. Ju...

  Age and/or inexperience were no barriers when it was time for roundup on the Stringam ranch. The newest Stringam was ...

Let's see you squeeze out of that... I found myself a genie. Inside a bottle, too. His master’d had a master Chef who’s rated ‘...

The Old Garage. Look out below . . . Under the floor of the old garage was a dark, mysterious, magical stronghold.  A place of adventur...

A guest post by Blair Stringam Shammy. And humanoids. Did you ever think about something that you did in the past and wonder “what ...

The dinner was exquisite. Every preparation completed. Pressed, linen tablecloth. Pristine, individual napkins. The finest china an...

Daughter. Wife. Mother. Friend. Parent. Confident. Co-conspirator. I have lots of stories about my Mom. Favourite stories. And in my min...

The mighty Ball Player/Cheer leader. At the Stringam ranch, size definitely mattered. Average was never good enough. The buildings were...

My stylin' ride. The grocery store in Milk River in the 50's was on main street. Parking was  on  the street. Angle o...

See? Adorable. I went away to school. Far away. It was the most difficult four months of my life. But I learned a lot. Most ...

It's snowing. Spring is here. A normal Northern Alberta winter. In Southern Alberta, in winter, we get snow. I’m sure that doe...

Okay, this is my last story about whiskey. For a while . . . Grade: Ten. Age: Fifteen. A good time to make a statement. Just be su...