It started as a normal day. Okay, yes. You’re right. We don’t have those in our house. Consider it satire . Let me start again. The...

Call me! One of Dad’s elder brothers, Alonzo (hereinafter known as Uncle Lonnie), became a wealthy man by the simple practice...

I love pumpkin. Quite a lot. Love it cold. And love it hot. Made in soups or cakes or pies, I even like my pumpkin fries! And so in...

I was helping out in my grandson’s first-grade class. An active bunch. (If any of you have seen the movie, The Lion King, you will r...

‘Please bow your head and all give thanks for blessings you’ve been given,’ I did as I was told, then thought of this old life I’m live...

The two of them watched as the family picked its way reverently through the cemetery, stopping to exclaim over one headstone or another....

Just when you thought you knew what went on back there... My daughter works in Theatre. It is an adventurous, kaleidoscopic, challen...

My eldest son is 41. 41. Wow. I've just realized how old that makes me. Sigh. The following is a story from many years ago. When he w...

I'm a maker-of-beds; a bed-maker, me. I do it to make things as neat as can be. My Husby’s a nest-er; glad burrower, he. Rolle...

My Trees . . . and some of their brothers It was lovely and cool for my walk this morning. -2C (28F), which is, I admit a littl...

Dad was story-telling. Surely the best of times . . . College Boy. Christmas, 1946.  The newly-minted college boy was back fro...

A true story. Most visitors were welcomed in this quiet, prairie town, But no one hailed this guest when it circulated ‘round. With indi...

I come from a long line of ‘workers’. The  enthusiastically employed , I’ll call them. People who believed in hard work and indust...

I love Nutella. For many reasons. This is the main one . . . Sometimes, miracles are tasty! Five years ago . . . My Husby had b...