It was a normal day in the Hart household. Let me qualify . . . In a house where there is a ‘new normal’ each and every day, it was ...

This many kids. One adult. My good friend was in hospital for a couple of days for some minor surgery. Her four kids (three girls a...

The following is based on a real discussion with my—then—fifteen-year-old son, who didn’t believe in the rules his parents—or anyone ‘offi...

My beloved friend Donna Tagliaferri of My Life From the Bleachers  is expecting twin grandsons in the near future. Choosing names has b...

Miss Woronoski, for a start... I'm the little monster second row, far right who refused to wear something 'nice'. Through...

Our last Granddaughter but one (or LBO, for short) has lived a large portion of her young life during the pandemic. Normal, to her, is...

Mom's favourite picture. There is a line from a Joe Diffie (yes, I’m a country music fan) song that goes: Home was a back porch...

Sometimes, things said shouldn’t have been. Because sometimes little ears are hearing. And shouldn’t be. Let me tell you about it ....

Ready to Run! Sometimes, prayers are answered. Let me tell you about it . . . For years, I enjoyed my early-morning run. Solo. ...

For those of you following Sally’s stories with me . . . The story you are about to read is true. Somewhat. The days, weeks and mont...

I give a smile to Mr. Sun, With his appearance, Winter’s done, The light and warmth from him are spun, As life returns to every...

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