Oh, the joys and sorrows of travel... You're taking me too, right? How long is this layover? To this... And this! ...

Today, we embark... It's winter here in Edmonton, Alberta. I know this will come as no surprise. It's been cold and snowy for over...

Bob’s party was a hit. And Jack had gladly overdone, Sampling every drink and having way, way too much fun, But when the party ended,...

Go here. Have fun. My SIL is a good, hard worker—steady and dependable. He provides for his family. All the necessities of life. ...

He gets it done, you know he does, cause he’s. . .well he’s The Claus . But sometimes . . . It’s happened once or twice in ev’ry hundr...

My annual Christmas Eve poem. Again with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore . . . On the night before Christmas, long hours ah...

The Little Things: Laura Sylvestri Photography Some questions: Does  Claus trophobic label those afraid of Santa Claus? And low ...

A true story. 1981. Carol’s big suburban slid into the parking lot of the Native Friendship Centre in Slave Lake, Alberta. Her boss me...

Ready to tour. The Milk River 4H Beef Club was the brain-child of my Dad. He lived in an agricultural area w here most of the familie...

Not exactly. But close... ‘Twas Christmas. My Mom had us all in the car. It was time for the shopping. We had to go far, To Lethb...

A long short story. Just because... “Cross my palm with silver, young man and I shall tell you what I see in your future!” Ge...

On her wedding day. It’s Christmas. I’m missing Mom... Our Christmas house had just been decorated, but now, my perennially-busy mo...

Time moves at different speeds, it is an actual fact, Faster when your happy and your day is packed, But slower when you’re stuck th...

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 . . . ...