When I was growing up, I never knew my maiden name would turn into the blessing it is. For it is strange. Not as in odd, weird, or quirky. But Strange. Kimberly A. Strange…

I’ve been told that when we women talk, we spin webs. As a young wife and mother, I was terribly guilty of that. Chasing rabbits down various trails, I could turn what should have…

My granddaughter, Lucy, when first beginning to talk, tried to call me—a name my daughter thought I would like to be called—Amma Kimmie. The “Amma,” quickly lost in the speech of a one year…

Not a day goes by without someone coming to our home, a meeting on the calendar, an event on the horizon at our venue, or a task that can’t be left undone. Our days…

I have a sweet, jolly friend from Massachusetts who always has some expression that just makes me guffaw in laughter. One, that has something to do with your hair standing on end while running…

Looking down our gravel driveway at the open fields and trees that frame what I call my Montana sky, without fail, always takes my breath away. No matter the season, whether it’s the cold…

A phenomenon I’ve never witnessed before is currently happening on the quarter of a mile gravel road that leads to our driveway. The first time I spotted it, I only saw movement out of…

I am such a baby. Not a sweet smiling one like our grandson, Arthur, who meets life with delight, anticipation and open arms, but a whiny, oh woe is me, I-don’t-want-to-peek-out-of-the-covers-to-see-what-is-ahead, one. With what…

Yesterday was such a strange day. Arriving back home exhausted from the activities of three young grandchildren and yet refreshed with fun times and memories of our multi-family vacation, Monday was a day of…