A guest post from little brother, Blair!   I tell this story with a certain amount of hesitance because it demonstrates how hard headed I ca...

Through the front window, the snow could be seen, softly falling, dusting the world in a thick blanket of pristine white. Already, the bra...

It was growing late. The nurse in the children’s ward heard little Spencer in his room—talking. And talking. Finally, she spoke into the int...

43   My home town of Milk River, Alberta is a small place just north of the Canada/US border. Tucked into the heart of farming/ranching coun...

Early mornings on a ranch  all started like an avalanche, A tottering pile of chores to do  and food to cook and life renew. All those days ...

  “Wow! That has to be the most amazing tree we’ve ever had!” Sally grinned at me. “Right?” She moved forward and adjusted one of the ligh...

My Grandma Stringam. A few years after this story . . . It was 1903 and my Grandma Stringam, just turned eighteen, was asked to teach school...

A game Q and her mama played. Q donned her little firefighter’s hat, stepped into her trusty car, then, using patented ‘finger-and-thumb’ co...

Me. Swinging. And reciting. Words are amazing. Descriptive. Alliterative. Explanatory. Lyrical. Adventurous. Romantic... And I love them. I ...

Her man and she were getting on in years, I’m forced to say, The two of them were speaking with a friend the other day, Explained to him tha...