No Yes This story is about sex. Ahem . . . I was raised on a ranch. There are animals on a ranch. Ani...

Look closely. The gaps are there! Okay, I don't want to suggest that there is a generation gap in our family but . . . well . . . ...

I admit it. I call my Husby names. Maybe I should explain . . . Husby was serving on a church committee w ith several other men. ...

The Stringam ranch house had one delicious feature.  That kids love. And parents hate. The kitchen ran right into the hallway, wh...

You see animals. They see . . . Sometimes, all that matters is the obvious . . . Our grandchildren were playing. A little backgro...

Okay. Call it what you want . . . Cows.  You see them in the fields. Standing. Eating. Wandering about. Staring contentedly at nothi...

From my Husby! Just because I thought it was funny . . . A deep thinker, this man . . . Subject: Scam warning! Home Depot A ...

Yep. Just clutch that pillow tighter... Which are you? I just read that, when faced with something dire, a person will fight. Or ...

More stories from Little Brother, Blair. The Learner As I make my way through life I often reflect on the things that my mother told me...

Me. And six of seventeen. I know what I'm talking about . . . For any of you who have children, are around children, or have heard...

Mom always maintained a large garden. Hmmm . . . let me reword. Mom always maintained a humongous, gargantuan, colossal, huge, enormous, ...

  Camper Extraordinaire, far right.  When I was eleven, I was excited to become a boy scout.  My friends and I wanted to go camping and...

Foreground: Ranch. Background: Machinery Hill On the Stringam Ranch, there was a hill. A large hill. It had old machinery parked ...

I seem to have a way with turkeys. If you missed yesterday’s post, see it  here . Go ahead. We’ll wait . . . He was handsome. ...

I am bilingual. Oh, not in the way you imagine. My second language really isn't that practical. Truth be told, I don't ev...

Oh, the places we went . . . Photo Credit Mom was washing the floor. Something she did often. Because. I should mention also tha...

You see a fence post. We see . . .  Okay, I’m apologizing up front for this story. It’s . . . gritty. So to speak. Ahem . . . I’...