On the street where we lived... The tricycle in the background sits on Penny's drive. I asked my youngest daughter what her favo...

Navigate this! (Taken from Blarney Castle. Just after I kissed the famous stone.) In Canada, we have The Dominion Land Survey. ...

The theme for this Poetry Monday is BUGS. Ewwww... I'm afraid I've done a bit of cheating today, owing to the fact that I spent a ...

Catching Sunbeams The afternoon sun spilled through the living room window like golden honey. Making the air glow and creating ...

Here is my Mimi,             Who wears a bikini It’s painted, there's nothing at all can be done. Over that, in a pair  ...

The first day of grade one, she’d been excited for a week, But now the day was here and she was feeling rather bleak, Her mama knel...

Today is Father's Day. A little tribute to the most special father in my life... My Hero For most of his career, my Husby has...

Chris. Taste is everything . . . 1953 BD (Before Diane).  My parents were traveling and had made a stop in a small town for lunch. ...

Okay. This story is about urine specimens. Ick. Those who are faint of heart or easily queasy, stop now. Stop. I told you to stop. You ...

Mr. Organized Dad was a veterinarian. The only one for several counties. Well . . . If you didn't count Dr. Brewster, the animal ...

Who does that? I mean, seriously, who? Maybe I should explain… Jared was a prince. A real, bonafide prince. The ‘son of a real...