My grandparents lived ‘up der in da Nort’ where more pickups dotted the landscape than the corn. At the ripe old age of ten, and from my four-foot-eleven perspective, the only thing more disturbing than those old, dirty, smoking, noisy pickups, was the old, dirty,...

I saw her from a distance and a smile quickly swept across my face. She was conversing with the produce man, and I could tell he was enjoying her. She was adorable. Barely peeking over the front of her cart, a bright yellow cardigan covered up her prominent widow’s...

My husband and my soon-to-be daughter-in-law gifted me a subscription to Scribbler for Christmas. I love it. They have monthly contests, and the one for February was a romantic scene. It is way out of my element to writing romance, but I decided to go for it. I took a...

              I don’t think I have ever seen a little boy enter Target without hopping over one of those big red balls. I’m not sure what the draw is, but those little guys just can’t resist. I grew up in a family of girls, so raising all boys was a real eye-opener....

One of my favorite poems by Edgar Albert Guest   What A Baby Costs   "How much do babies cost?" said he The other night upon my knee; And then I said: "They cost a lot; A lot of watching by a cot, A lot of sleepless hours and care, A lot of heartache and...