Okay, I admit it. With Covid winding slowly down and everyone in our household vaccinated, not once, but twice (amazing how accommodating a ...

Grandma was babysitting. Cousins, the two-year-old (H) and the three-year-old (B) had been playing in the front room. Occasional outbursts o...

Ready to go. Pictured L to R: Anita, Blair, Dad, George, Jerry, Missing: Mom, Chris, Diane and the potty. Traffic has slowed to a crawl. Not...

Let's run through this again . . . I'm a people-pleaser. Or try to be. Call it a weakness. But I've always had this compulsion t...

  I have a friend. I call her best. For she stands out from all the rest, She’s fiercely loyal, caring, kind, Encouraging and quite refined....

He's a little taller now... I had a project. Or more appropriately a PROJECT. And a household to run. And three little boys, aged six mo...

Don't let the outside fool you . . . Mom was a 'clean machine'. She loved swept floors, made beds and clean surfaces. And spent ...

Pre (and hopefully post) Covid,  o ur family loves taking holidays. And for a simple country family from Southern Alberta, we have managed t...

My Mom. She of the wicked pen . . . and wonderful cooking. I wish I'd found this for Mother's day a few weeks ago. But it's wond...

  The peace and freedoms we enjoy come to us at great cost, Paid by precious few who did not shirk when lives were lost. But the sacrifi...