In happier times... My Dad was in the blacksmith shop. And wherever Dad went, we kids trailed after. Because. Why is it that ev...

Does this scare you? Debbie's family lived on a ranch not far from ours. Her father had worked for my parents as a young man, before he ...

Husby and I spent the last weekend in Provo, Utah. He, walking, relaxing and catching-up-on-sleep in the Marriott. Me, rubbing shoulders wit...

My husby and I went to dinner today. It’s something we both like to do. (Let’s face it, I love it when someone else cooks, Then tidie...

“Norma, have you seen—?” I stopped in the doorway. My sister was standing atop a chair. Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Standing on a c...

My life has been spent in one gang or another. My first was quite innocent: sisters and brothers. From there, I moved up a bit: toddler who ...

It's Poetry Monday again! My favourite day of the week! Ha! I KNEW it was going to snow! “Look to the cows,” said Dad, the wise,...

What can I say of the sum: Forty-One? How to describe it? Just what can be done? That it follows Forty, well that is just true, Though many ...

The view from my window this morning. What you can't see behind the cloud layer--mountains. Yes, we are on the road again, Husby and m...

This is a confession. Yeah. It was me . . . Mom had a pair of toenail clippers. Large. Effective. Those suckers could cut through any...

It came out of the blue. Or green, as you will soon see . . . Mommy was working at her desk in her office. Little Girl (hereinafter known...

Front to back: George, Me, Chris, Jerry, Dad and Blair. Look closely. Can you pick out the intrepid swimmer? I had never taken swimming...

March bows. A wave good-bye, she earns,  And April comes and hope returns, That soon we'll see some warmth and sun And know that sp...

The cover of Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.  And I do mean Cover! While we're on the topic of modesty . . . Bit of a...

It was a hot summer day. The girl whose family owned the only swimming pool in the town was hosting an impromptu pool party with her friends...

Speller extraordinaire Speller less extraordinaire Our second son is, in many ways, like his father. It's a good thing...

There were tears. Cousins had been playing happily for some time. They had ranged through the house: upstairs arranging the detailed an...

(A short story of Fiction) Conclusion We never got the chance to help Mary. Two days after that visit, my husband's mother...

In a word? Delightful. Never have I found a book that so perfectly describes the many different roles of being a mommy. On every page i...

(A short story of Fiction) Part Three of Four As our visits continued, we quickly came to discover the positive, independent att...

(A short story of Fiction) Part Two of Four For the next several months, we stopped in for a visit with Mary nearly every week. ...