Don't you just want one?! For over thirty years, our family raised Old English Sheepdogs. Smart, dependable, protective, ge...

Sally’s back home. I know those three little words probably don’t fill you with trepidation (real word). I can only say this . . . ...

The holiday season is fast approaching. A time of family get-togethers and, hopefully, fun family times. Hopefully. We'll start...

In honour of Chocolate Covered ANYTHING Day... A poem: It makes better the bitter and sweetens the sweet. Improves all the muffins, e...

Husby and me The very early days of marriage, of most marriages, in fact, are days of exploration and discovery. Of the combination ...

To the tune of Leonard Cohen's glorious 'Hallelujah'. With apologies... For forty years, I went without, I planned ahead, ...

Yes No Yes. This story is about sex. Ahem . . . I was raised on a ranch. There are animals on a ranch. Anima...

I admit it. I call my Husby names. Maybe I should explain . . . Husby was serving on a church committee w ith several other men....

The Conclusion! If you missed Part One, it's here ... After his sister left, Chirpy sat back and thought about what she had said. ...

My newest short story. In two parts. Part one: First of all, I should probably tell you this story takes place in a barrel. In a...

Wraith - His usual location We are a theatrical family. And by that, I mean that we are deeply involved in theatre. Not that we a...

A hummingbird’s a tiny chap, Whose minute wings, like lightning flap, The smallest of the birding world, Some like a bee with wing...

Caitlin Age 3 Nine o'clock pm. Six happy, grubby little bodies scrubbed clean and clothed in freshly-laundered pajamas. Six sets ...

Yes, it's blurry. Photographing children and wildlife. It's the same . . . For two weeks, we had our youngest son’s (then) tw...