Sally shrugged. “I don’t know why they got so bent. Mort had paid for the stupid ring.” “Just another in a long string of misunderstandin...

Still on a ‘licking the bowl’ kick... The source of all that was delicious. Mom was in the kitchen. Baking. My favourite thing. I was in my ...

I should probably mention, right up front, that Husby and I are empty-nesters. For the first time. It's been quite an adjustment. First,...

Throughout time, lazy, but creative people have been bilking their fellow man out of their hard-earned coins. With each new ‘modern’ inventi...

I love music, yessiree, I’ve always something playing, The songs that make me sing along, Or softer ones for praying.   Whatever mood I’m se...

From the “It could have happened” Department... “It was  scandalous , I tell you!  Scandalous !”  The weekly afternoon tea of the local Ladi...

Drive with caution. We country kids learned how to drive on gravel roads. Now, I should point out here that travel on gravel roads can be tr...

My Sister. She only looks tough. In youth, I was a daring sort, A heedless, reckless charge-right-in. In games, activities and sports, In al...

Spring.  And babies. They just seem to go together. I couldn't do better than to see them both through  my mother's eyes. A poem by ...

 I miss jam, I truly do, Though there are jars (and not a few), In every grocery store that you Would ever chance to wander through. ...

Watch it! You didn’t break rules in our house. You’ve heard of that tiny, small voice that whispers correction? Well, it lived here. And it ...

Us. And Mike as a puppy. We had a dog.  Mike.  Big dog.  Saint Bernard.  Very protective.  He thought nothing of risking his very life defen...