School is memorable for so many reasons. Friends. Enemies. Sports. Life lessons. The occasional chance bit of education that slips ...

This says it all... Two years in the planning. Check. Savings gone. Check. Cruisewear purchased. Check. Flight to Sant Maartin. Che...

Ready for anything . . . My Husby loves to travel, It’s just the way he is, North or South; East or West, The world is truly his....

Sometime, I’d like to take a trip, To parts mysterious and deep, ‘Cross vast and strange new lands, I’d skip, Go tooling in my t...

Don’t ask me how he got it, (I don’t know anyway!) But Ol’ Jones owned a golden watch, ‘Twas with him every day. Then, one sad ...

Us. And Mike as a puppy. We had a dog.  Mike.  Big dog.  Saint Bernard.  Very protective.  He thought nothing of risking his very lif...

Most of the ranching families of my acquaintance were hard-working, honest folk; generous and helpful and willing to pitch in if ever a c...

Photo Credit Dances are fun. Even for the unenlightened (ie. non-dancer). In my Dad’s younger days, dancing was one of few forms of...

See? 4-H. Totally important.  I was raised on a ranch near the small town of Milk River, Alberta. On the Alberta/Montana border. F...

My youngest daughter and I were grocery shopping yesterday. That in itself may seem unremarkable. But, in the course of the conversat...

Old Ranch. The barnyard is out there. Near the  . . . ummm . . . barn. My very first ranch memory occurred when I was two.  I had my...

Looking for this? In 1979, Husby and I moved to Winnipeg, Manitoba, so he could complete his Master’s degree in history. It was an in...

Sometimes, walking softly and carrying a big stick isn’t all that effective. Maybe I should explain . . . Uncle Leif, then eight or n...

I had a little bird, Its name was Enza. I opened the window, And in-flu-enza. -A children’s skipping rope chant from the 1918 flu...