Hi, Folks! I've been reminiscing lately about the little town where I grew up, somewhere in Saskatchewan. The following short story is just that: a story. The people are figments of my imagination, and like "Dog River" in Corner Gas, the town in my tale is quite fictional. However, like most stories, this one springs quite naturally from my memories of this very special time and place. Hope you enjoy this story as…

This weekend, Alex and I were very pleased to hear that our nine-year-old son, Ted, had written his very first blog! Inspired by his blogging parents, Ted decided that he would like to join the blogging world. There was, however, one glitch in his plan. He had no place to upload his story. So, with immense pride, I promised to display Ted's first ever blog on my site. With luck, we will soon be able to get him his own space. In the meantime, without further ado, I…

In response to questions regarding the creative process, this series of installments entitled "The Writer's Process" will invite the reader to follow me on a journey from the beginning to THE END of my current novel.

There was a time in my life when doubt reigned supreme, but that was before I met you.

There were those years, lost now in the haze of memory, when facing the new day was almost too much, when work was a necessary distraction from the darkness of rest, when even those most important of ties were tainted with an edge of sorrow. Back then, even my beloved pastime, writing, was not sufficient to dull the ache of too many broken promises.

But that, my dear, was before your love…