Okay, he only  looks  cute . . . We lived in the country. Far out in the country. We had many people living in our house. But we were...

My 'Creative Parenting 101' Professor When Dad spoke. We listened. Most of the time. One ignored my father at one's own ris...

Hours of fun. Or  aggravation  . . . Mom always appreciated a good joke. Usually, she stood back and . . . appreciated. Occasionally, s...

And yes, that is a jester costume . . . When we were teenagers, my husby and I got involved in theatre. And stayed involved. This y...

Art isn't always found on display. And real artists don't necessarily work in a studio. A true work of art . . . On a...

Old Cowboy Joe was telling tales in Main Street yesterday, Describing his adventures in the city far away, But Joe, he didn’t know th...

Approach carefully. It's tricky On a ranch, there are gates. Many gates. In the corrals, big gates made of long, wooden boards. Tha...

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...