The scene. Sigh. It was a Saturday afternoon at the movies. Two sisters happily sitting, munching popcorn and ooh-ing and ah-ing over...

Future public speaking . . . champions I’ve always been a talker. Always. The word vociferous could be very aptly applied. But,...

He went out as the morning sun, Made new snow glisten bright. The world was still, the air was cold The storm passed with the n...

I’m sure it was a normal, every-year, run-of-the-mill holiday season. Everywhere but at the Tolley home. Maybe I should explain . . ...

As I get older, I have found, (‘Tis something of which I’m not proud), My motivation’s slipping by, I’d rather sit. If it’s allowed… ...

College boy. Who wouldn't want to date that face? Sunday's are for Ancestors! Tell me about yours... Dad was home from col...

A Guest Post by: Grant Tolley In recent months I have taken to walking during my lunch hour. Walking is my favourite form of just plai...

I was raised on a ranch twenty miles from the nearest town. It was a wonderful place in which to grow up. I lived and worked and ...

I love this time of year! Hannukkah, the Festival of Lights from December 2 to the 10. Christmas, which can last anywhere from July to Jan...

Admit it. You want some . . . Cookies. The ultimate in snack foods. That perfect balance of sugars, grains, fats, and deliciousness.  ...

It's Poetry Monday! The topic is Gifts. Hmmm . . . what to do? What to do? My parents were a social sort. And often ente...

Excuse me, Sir . . . Census. That process, every few years, when the Government gets to perform ‘roll call’. So to speak. In 19...