Stephen Hardy

Stephen Hardy

“Here they are Stevie. Grandmère made them for you.” I looked at the light brown leather moccasins, at the rawhide ...

Stephen Hardy

Little boy She’s from the street Before you start You’re already beat See the way she walks Hear the way ...

Stephen Hardy

Peaceful, calm, soft and restful. Those were the feelings I had sitting with them at a window table in the ...

Stephen Hardy

My Uncle George was always on the go. He’d be on a goose shoot, a duck shoot, or a prairie ...