A guest post by daughter, Caitlin. In better health... Back in October 2006, I was pregnant with my oldest daughter.  Aside from t...

When me and Husby celebrate, Do we do it on expensive plate? We’re simple folk, I hope you know, Simplicity’s the way we go. No...

Hmmm . . . maybe we can make it work ... The Stringam ranch was twenty miles from the nearest bus route. But it still managed to at...

My cell phone’s a necessity, Without it, I just can’t be me! My e-lec-tron-ic brain, oh, yes. And so much more, I do confess. N...

So much to do during Spare. Spare. The best part of the school day.  The period with no instruction when one catches  up on things....

For three wonderful years, we lived in a perfect house. Oh, don't get me wrong, all of our homes have been wonderful. And very ...

Note the pressure 'bob'. It's there for a reason . . . During their early years on the ranch, my parents sponsored several...

And they look so innocent . . . 1. It had been a tough day. 2. We had three boys. Those are my excuses . . . The day had st...

Most of the stories told at a family reunion are of the belly-laugh variety. Occasionally . . . My cousin’s son-in-law worked with his ...

Life on a ranch in the 1950s was a world unto itself. A place where a family could grow together, leaning on each other. Quiet. Peace...

Newlywed. That wonderful time when two people are starting out. And learning so much. For good or bad . . . June was a happy br...

I've spent the weekend with my Berg cousins and their families. We had a glorious time. Catching up. Eating. Swapping stories. ...

The Smuggler - and her get-away vehicle. Before she . . . got away. Mom was a teetotaler. I thought I should mention that...