On the Alberta/Montana Border
Friday, June 14, 2019

Off Day Off

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“Gwen, you’re home! Hon, could you please bring me a coaster?” “Sure, Mom!” I quickly shed my jacket and hung it on a hook by the front ...
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Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Love 'em or Hate 'em

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I bless the longer summer days, the heavens filled with light, The glorious, golden evenings that stretch far into the night. And havi...
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Friday, May 17, 2019

Uh-Oh

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“Nope. I’ve made up my mind. There’s no changing it!” Mom and Sally were having a discussion in the kitchen. Too often in the past, I ...
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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

My Mayday

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When new engaged, my man and me, the toughest thing for us, Was trying to decide a date. We’d much to be discussed. “All girls hope fo...
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Friday, April 12, 2019

Doing the Dishes

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“Wow! With the $50.00 you gave me, this makes $75.00!” Say what you will about Sally, she can add. Maybe a bit of background . . . It ...
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Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Brother of a Joke

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The year was 1922, Nineteen years. A grown man, true. Australia. Armed with book, not sword, Expecting naught of fame. Reward. ...
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Friday, March 15, 2019

Almost Home

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I looked at the clock for the umpteenth time as I stuffed the margarine back into the fridge. “What time did you say . . .?” “Two o’clo...
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Friday, February 8, 2019

Hanging Out in Hawaii

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Mom was cuddled in a blanket in the front room when I came home--her feet up, the remainder of a plate of waffles and syrup beside her, ...
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Wednesday, February 6, 2019

My Hearts

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Teaching teens is what I do, I teach the whole week long. I’ve grown to love these kids of mine, I miss them if they’re gone! I...
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Friday, January 11, 2019

Sally Travels

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“Two weeks of peace! You must be so excited!” Mrs. Ames adjusted her ever-present head scarf . Mom and I looked at each other. Okay, I w...
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Wednesday, January 9, 2019

New Blues

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‘Twas dark and dreary— The twinkling long night stretching out before, The cold air pinched— It prodded round the windows and the ...
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