Although my title sounds like the beginning of a nursery rhyme, it is, more accurately, an...
In 1980, in small-town Saskatchewan, I decided to celebrate February 29, as the gift it was,...
Have you ever watched a series of events unfold before you and known, instinctively, how the...
This Christmas, my husband, the boy from the Get a Bigger Wagon stories, has been able...
Years ago, after the snow melted around our first house, I discovered a border of poppies...
My husband and I met when we were twelve years old, and, unbeknownst to me, he...
My mother-in-law has been experiencing excruciating pain in her mid-to-lower back. She can barely walk, and,...
When I was nine years old, our family home caught fire. The little girl that I...
I am back home and ready to do a guest blog for Maureen Haddock, as she...
Madame Benoit was a household name during my childhood and my early married years. She was...
My husband and I met when we were twelve, married when we were twenty-one, and recently...
Over Christmas, I enjoyed some very special hugs. In most cases, as the hug ended, the...
