Old Ranch. The barnyard is out there. Near the  . . . ummm . . . barn. My very first ranch memory occurred when I was two.  I had m...

“Now this little gem is truly a diamond in the rough!” One thing I’ll say about our real estate agent, Mr. Gregory Gorman, he knows hi...

I know this will come as no small surprise. So I’ll just put it out there . . . Boys and girls are different. I’m not talking the ...

That Mike, he was a quiet man, A family benefactor. He buoyed a large posterity By sitting on a tractor. One day, his wife, I’...

It started out innocently enough. Twenty of us spread in haphazard rows across the gym with our trusty little yoga mats beside us. The l...

The heroes of my little world, when I was very small Were astonishingly varied, and not a few at all. My dad. He was my very first, ...

My Mom. World's Best Bread Maker I love bread. Freshly baked or cooled. Whole wheat. White. Multi-grain. Potato. Sourdough. Soda. ...

The summer I turned nine was supposed to be the most exciting of my life. And it was.   For all of the wrong reasons . . . 1. The bridge....

I recently purchased an Old English Sheepdog puppy. Her name is Pandora, but we all call her Pandy. It seems to suit. I’d been two years ...

Stringam Ranch. Everything . . . except a phone "Operator." “I want to talk to Jody.” “Number, please.” “Six.” Electric...

My family and I go for a morning bike ride around the paths in our town. Almost daily all summer. Except for this year. Because . ....

I like storms, you know I do, Even when they’re scary, true! But just as much, I like to joke, So here’s a few for all you folks...