You get the picture . . . On the ranch, riding horses was pretty much a daily activity. When I was a wee lad, whenever I would wal...

A repost from two years ago. By request . . . A whole new meaning to 'roasted grains'. May 9, 1969. 6:45 am. When most o...

Charlie's. The dive formerly known as Danny's. But, in reality, the Canadian Cafe. All the teenagers in Milk River went there. T...

It's play time again! And by that I mean that my little group of Thespians are nearing performance for this year's show: The Elves ...

Dad and some of his many slaves . . . My Dad didn't have children. He had slaves. At least that is how his children saw it . . . Da...

Mondays are for poetry! Can you think of a better way to start the week? And what subject could be more fun than one of Dad's favou...

Daddy on Heinrich. (With my eldest sister who doesn't appear in this story...) The Stringam ranch covered a lot of ground. A lot....

It should probably come as no surprise that I love children. And that I had (what I consider) a stellar childhood. I was raised with peace...

We depended on our horses on the ranch. They were usually well trained and quiet, something you needed when you worked cattle. A jumpy ...

When we were growing up, we all had that friend who was just a bit larger than life. That kid who tried things . Adults loved them. K...

Spiders and I get along very well. As long as there is space between us. Lots and lots of space. When I can see them ‘over there’. ...

It' s time for 'Poetry Monday' again! Let's face it, Mondays need the help! In the Beginning: When Father made th...

Me. Far right, second row. Renee, directly behind me. One of us was perfectly dressed. It wasn't me. I'm a horrible person. ...

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...