Facebook has changed a lot over the years. (Remember when we threw sheep at each other?) Many have gone away from this platform but I still like the chance to communicate easily with family and friends who are scattered around the country and world. I enjoy the humor and the videos that give me a … Continue reading My Facebook-My Way →

Chin up. Buck up. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps, What the hell are bootstraps? Carry on. Carry it off. Carry your weight. That's a heavy load. Stay cool. Stay calm. Stay positive. Stay girl, stay. Good dog. Look on the bright side. The sunny side. I'm on your side. If you say so, Pollyanna. … Continue reading If it was only that easy →

“ We were poorest of poor and didn’t even know it.” This line from a poem I wrote goes along way to describe the existence for all the years we lived in Gem, Alberta. Of course, that was my perspective. Being a cross between Pollyanna and Anne of Green Gables, I really did not fathom … Continue reading Mom’s Life in Gem →

When my house burnt to the ground many years ago, I consoled myself with the thought that what we lost were just things. Now, so many years later, I realize I was wrong. One's home and its contents are part of whom one is. Because it was in my early adult life, I hadn't acquired … Continue reading Thinking About Things →

I wrote this poem many years ago after an experience that shook me to the core. My own daughters were about the same age as the girl in the poem, and it really stuck home that young people can be holding such pain inside without those around them knowing. The poem ends with 'For the … Continue reading Big Boned Girl →

I have been fortunate to check many things off on my bucket list, but the one item that has long been there will not materialize...at least, not in the near future. Ever since my sister found a pubic hair in Graceland, I knew I had to go to Tennessee, but while Elvis's home has a … Continue reading There’s a Hole in My Bucket →

With hours to fill these days, you might want to try writing your autobiography. You don't have to think of it as a major publication; think of it as your history recorded. There may be a tendency to also think that no one would want to read it. Your biography is ultimately for you. Also, … Continue reading You Have Time to Write Your Autobiography →

I would hate to describe my self as the female counterpart to the real Mr. Dress up, but I did love to dress up when I was a teacher. It didn't matter what grade... I think it brought some fun to the classroom, and encouraged kids to take more chances too, It started in my … Continue reading Mrs. Dress Up →

In a small Alberta town, Onowayin a Dairy BarSits a young woman with two young toddlersI have not seen her in town beforeshe is a ‘sore thumb’an Indian womanher head scarvedher colourful saribelies her dark moodShe is staring aheadand silently cryingher son obliviously devouring his ice creamher daughter sadly leaning into herbut staring at me … Continue reading I Understand. →