There is not much happening today that we could call ‘normal’. Normal has become merely another word that belongs to the distant past ...

I can only dream. I’ve never been able to grow corn. The planets are aligned against it. Why am I thinking of this at the end of M...

She was supposed to be raking leaves. But you know how an assigned job can be forgotten. Or an assigned worker . . . sidetracked. I ...

Every time I have a need, The good Lord sends a pet to me. It’s true, It’s happened all my life, Whenever life is filled with strife....

School is memorable for so many reasons. Friends. Enemies. Sports. Life lessons. The occasional chance bit of 'learning' t...

Don’t ask me how he got it, (I don’t know anyway!) But Bill Jones owned a golden watch, ‘Twas with him every day. Then, one sa...

Photo Credit Dances are fun. Even for the unenlightened (ie. non-dancer). In my Dad’s younger days, dancing was one of few forms o...

There are many negatives swirling about concerning the Covid-19 Pandemic. And we are right to be concerned. But I was determined to find so...

Things are fairly upside down right now with fear and confusion everywhere. My blog will continue to post only cheer. I hope it helps!...

Sally has been quiet. Usually, this would be a cause for concern all on its own. But she’s on a shoot somewhere in Texas, with fairly ...

Perfect for each other. My Mom had been raised on a ranch. She knew cattle and could speak the language with anyone. But there were t...

The small boy and the minister looked gravely at each other, “Today,” the man said firmly, “We’ll talk lyin’, Little Brother.” The sm...

See? 4-H. Totally important.  I was raised on a ranch near the small town of Milk River, Alberta. On the Alberta/Montana border. ...

She had spent the day in catching up and putting things away, Vacuuming and cleaning in her housework ‘dust ballet’, And in between,...

My youngest daughter and I were grocery shopping. That in itself may seem unremarkable. But, in the course of the conversation as we...

Looking for this? In 1979, Husby and I moved to Winnipeg, Manitoba, so he could complete his Master’s degree in history. It was an i...