Coy-Bow. Sans guns . . .  My Dad had a speech impediment. Sometimes, he said things backwards. Oh, he could control it. He just chose not to...

The phone rang. She waited for her slumbering husband to answer, then, disgusted, climbed out and walked around the bed. “Hello?” “Hon? I we...

Former Maid Hits the Jackpot! Diane Stringam Tolley, Fiction Reporter Beaumont —   It’s true. Occasionally, everything just works out!   Dau...

My good friend Hank had worked a job for most his adult life. It supported all his family—his children and his wife. But Hank decided he’d b...

Best of Boomer Blogs! I'm way past excited to be included in this amazing group of bloggers. I mean, I've been reading them--some fo...

With Sally growing up in our fair city, the long-suffering citizens have had to get used to terms like: Code Red. APB. Emergency. And the ho...

Oh, how I admire the unabashed, unashamed innocence of the two year old… Sweet little voice in the background during my and Daughter’s recen...

  Blair in winter. Just add mouse... Guest post by Little Brother, Blair. We had little furry critters (mice) that were common around the ra...

The ranch Production sale day. The highlight of the Stringam Ranch year. Black Friday in our ranching world. The catalogs have been printed,...

As I was driving to the city for an appointment, I saw two trucks stopped on a frontage road paralleling the highway. They had been travelli...

You’ve heard this tale before, you have, I thought I’d tell it one more time, Perhaps it’ll be less scary when, The whole darn thing’s put i...

Sometimes, our experiences define us. When he was 19 years old, Husby went to live, for two years, in France. As a Missionary. It was an exc...