My first 'real' Christmas. Age 14 months. That's me. With Mom. I've been trying to remember gifts I have received for ...

Those spunky Sputterlings: Norma and me. I stopped in the living room doorway and just—stared. A long streak of sunlight bathed the a...

It was Christmas. The time of magic. Wonderment. And gift-giving. For a single mom with two little girls and an income sufficient ...

Little Wrapper Girl. T’was giving that she liked to do, Some things old. And some things new. When neatly wrapped they all would...

Clockwise from right: Aly (Hired man's son), Anita, Blair, and Me - in my little gold beauty. It wasn't often that we kids w...

Our good friends weren't planning on being home for Christmas. Instead, they were taking their family to spend the holiday with ...

Future skiers/blessed people I love winter. I just don't like bitter cold. I love snow. But not on roads which then become ...

Husby and me. In our alter egos. Picture by Ealanta Photography It's the single best job anywhere. Ever. And all it takes is a bit ...

Christmas. A time for . . . . busy-ness. While Santa and Mrs. are out . . . Santa and Mrs-ing . . . I'm posting one of my favouri...

Christmas  has gotten busy. For these few days, I'm re-posting one of my Christmas stories. I do hope you enjoy! If you mi...

Christmas.  The busy time has started and Santa and Mrs. are in high demand. (It's a good thing!) Santa and Me. Over the ...

Christmas. The busy time has started and Santa and Mrs. are in high demand. (It's a good thing!) Santa and Me. Over the next f...

Go ahead! Sing! How do you 'rise and shine'? Throughout my life, I have been summoned from sleep in various ways. Some ge...