Inconsequential  day with friends, A drive along the thoroughfare, The kind of day you hope n’er ends, To see the sights and take t...

Me. Swinging. And reciting. Words are amazing. Descriptive. Alliterative. Explanatory. Lyrical. Adventurous. Romantic. ...

Baby brother . . . being entertained My father (herinafter known as 'Dad') was a rancher. He had been born that way. In h...

Yumminess. Twice a week, and sometimes more, the wonderful aroma of freshly-baked bread wafted through the Stringam home. Magic. ...

Still in a rhyming mood. For my grandkids on this Tuesday morning . . . Mildred, my friend, has a nose that is great. Not bulging....

I must admit, I started small, When mama chased me down the hall, And made me giggle wildly, With threats of tickles as I’d flee. ...

You know how much I love writing the stories of family members gone before? Well, I’ve decided to make it official with Ancestor Sundays!...

Miss Wornoski and her 31 little readers That's me on the far right, second row. With my eyes shut. Sigh. I love to read. It s...

The Stringam kids loved a scary story. Okay, yes, it usually meant that one of us (ie. me) couldn't sleep afterwards. And needed t...

And yes, he built one of his own. My Husby loves the movie, “The Sound of Music”. In fact, if  favourites  were discussed, that titl...

Would you put these two together? Yeah. Me neither. Growing up in the great outdoors gave me an appreciation f...

Take me out . . . I love baseball. In fact, if I was to think about it, baseball is probably my favourite sport. My mom was a  he...