The Pass Dairy as it looks today.                     ...

We have just spent the last few days with our coastal son. The one who lives in paradise. He is fun, funny and a deep, deep thinker. He i...

When I was growing up, germs were something that lived in dog’s mouths. Or cats. Or any animals. I was cautioned to avoid them. Living...

Husby and I are on a holiday on beautiful Vancouver Island. Our son lives here and as often as we can, we come out to visit. To—ummm—see o...

Shoes hide. They do. Especially when there is something important that they need to be at. School. Church. Movie night. Going outside....

They had all been at their cousin’s birthday party. It had been a much-anticipated opportunity for fun and games. And had delivered. ...

In Canada, we have SEASONS. I emphasize the word because some of them are extreme. Particularly our winter. But during the shoulder s...

I'm quite sure this flashed past. And I do mean flashed. We teenagers in Milk River lived an hour from the bright lights of Le...

Have you ever felt that if your life winked out tomorrow that would be all right with you? Because you know that you would be remembered?...

I've been reading about the politics being played out in some organizations in the modern world. Even churches have their interna...

Add one brother and it's pretty close. Not me, but you get the picture. So to speak . . . Eig...

Okay, I’m a farm girl! I had never heard of things like this! Sigh . . . I learned to play the guitar when I was twelve. After ...

Okay. Let's see  you  do this without getting grimy . . . Ranching doesn't encourage cleanliness. You heard it here first. ...

Beware! We were visiting/staying with my husband’s sister. Her home was in the country, surrounded by acres of Adventure. Our kid...

Today, I`m thinking about smiles. I love smiles. Smiles make you feel good. They cross all language barriers. And ages. One of ...

Oh, she only looks innocent... The soft cascade of warm water and sweet-smelling soap caresses the aged body, following every curve. ...

Story Teller extraordinaire. Storytellers come in all shapes. And sizes . . . I am a storyteller. I come from generations of the ...

Two sweet faces Occasionally, Moms make mistakes. I just want to get that out there. They do. Not often. But occasionally. ...

A guest post by my Husby, Grant. Meet Daisy. On the farm in the early 1960s, one of the daily chores – actually twice daily, morning...

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...