You can look, but remember who it belongs to . . . Mountains.  Beautiful. Majestic. Snow-capped. Towering. Noticeable. I love the moun...

Add a dashboard, seat, steering wheel, and dust and this is our  steed! Marty had a dune buggy. Actually, it had once been a car. But ...

Somewhere out there are whales . . . and nausea. Water and I have a thing. We love each other. Alright, alright, so I love water. I rea...

We’d been staying in a lovely resort in beautiful Banff, Alberta.  (This resort has everything. Comfortable rooms with every amenity. Poo...

Daddy, Big Brother George. And me. I'm the one in the curlers... Near Misses: 1. When I was just two, Bobby the Cow (the qu...

I was ten, and George was twelve, And Jerry close to fifteen, And Chris, the eldest of us all, The grand old age of sixteen. But ...

It was time for another 'cousins' sleepover at Grandma and Grandpa's. Between you and me, the term 'sleepover' is ...

Have I mentioned that Sally never—ever—has any good ideas. Maybe I should re-word: Sally has awesome ideas, but they never come to a...

At least one of us was a lady . . . Dad always told me that foul language is a sign of a feeble mind.  We'll go from there . . . ...

Kindness is my motivating force for life! In honour of World Kindness Day, a poem I wrote. My talented son put it to music! When I grow ...

Husby is a knife connoisseur. A bona fide expert on all things sharp and/or pointy. He and our son have a forge in the back yard and create ...

First pair. Mom noticed I was squinting, that I couldn’t read the signs, It didn’t take her very long to see between the lines. ...