Husby and me. Don't look closely . . . I told him not to laugh. But he did. Sigh. I married him anyway . . . It was a brig...

Daddy and me. Do any of the rest of you see the irony here? Okay I wasn’t supposed to do it. And I knew I wasn’t supposed to do it. ...

I'M NOMINATED! My book, Gnome for Christmas has been nominated for a RONE (REWARD of Novel Excellence) award! Please, Please vote for ...

This many kids. One adult. My good friend was in hospital for a couple of days for some minor surgery. Her four kids (three girls an...

We have a tradition in our family. I know what you’re going to say . . . Another tradition?! Hear me out . . . When we were expe...

Mom's favourite picture. There is a line from a Joe Diffie (yes, I’m a country music fan) song that goes: Home was a back ...

My parents were a social sort. And often entertained. With friends and food and games galore And fun for hours, sustained. An...

Sometimes, things said shouldn’t have been. Because sometimes little ears are hearing . . . And shouldn’t be. Let me tell you about...

On the street where we lived... The tricycle in the background sits on Penny's drive. I asked my youngest daughter what her favour...

Navigate this! (Taken from Blarney Castle. Just after I kissed the famous stone.) In Canada, we have The Dominion Land Survey.  An...

Perfect for each other. My Mom had been raised on a ranch. She knew cattle and could speak the language with anyone. But there were ti...

The afternoon sun spilled through the living room window like golden honey. Making the air glow and creating a cozy pool of warm delic...

Chris. Taste is everything . . . 1953 BD (Before Diane).  My parents were travelling and had made a stop in a small town for lunch. ...

Okay. This story is about urine specimens. Ick. Those who are faint of heart or easily queasy, stop now. Stop. I told you to stop. You d...

Mr. Organized Dad was a veterinarian. The only one for several counties. Well . . . If you didn't count Dr. Brewster, the animal i...

And into the next generation . . . Husby is a book lover. Always has been. I am, too, but not to his extent. I remember, in our ...

Hands tell everything. I was sitting in Church beside my dad and comparing my hand to his. Mine were small, white and smooth. Unma...

Dad at College. My Dad (hereinafter called 'Mark') attended college in Guelph, Ontario, t raining to be a veterinarian. Class ...

Okay. Picture them a little more tousled and windblown . . . The wind blows in Southern Alberta. And I don't mean blows in the ...

Debbie. Mischief, mayhem and entertainment in one package. In college, I shared a two-bedroom apartment with three other girls. Deb...