The ranch house. Warm. Comfortable. A little too welcoming. It was evening. Just before bedtime. And my dog, Cheetah, was barking. Some...

Notice the cute little boys. One with hair. One with . . . cheeks. Ignore the glasses. When I was expecting my second son, I craved an...

We are impacted by other people. It’s just a fact of living. Sometimes for good. Sometimes bad. And sometimes, it changes your life. ...

Eldest Granddaughter (hereinafter known as EGD) and I were standing beside the guinea pig cages at the local pet store. We had made fac...

Happy Valentine's day!! I don’t often write about bodily humour. Okay, you’re right. This makes twice in one week . It was ju...

I love poetry. The rhythm. The cadence.  It's like dancing. With words. Because of this love, I've decided to implement Poe...

Are you dating? Have you ever? Would you like to be? Does the prospect sound . . . scary? There is help. Fun, funny, practical,...

“Well, I think you’re crazy, Man.” I gave my co-worker a rather weak smile. “I think so, too.” I slid into my van, silently cursing cupid...

Colouring What would the world be like if the children were in charge? Daughter (hereinafter known as ‘Daughter’) and her five-year-...

Her man and she were getting on in years, I’m forced to say, The two of them were speaking with a friend the other day, Explained t...

Okay, yes. This is different generation. But the dirt is the same . . . For many, many years, Husby served as a scout leader. Babysit...

Kids pick up on everything we do w hether we like it or not. And my Husby likes to build things. These two facts will come together la...

Istanbul. Our room with a view. Recently, Husby and I made a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Istanbul. A fantastic, astonishing, amazing, ...

Stringams. At Gramma's house. My Gramma Stringam lived in a house in Lethbridge. She and Grampa had built it and moved there wh...

Then . . . Now . . . Ringing a little bell here . . . I liked to read with my children. But more than that...