Thursday, February 22, 2018


As some of you might already know, I entered a contest this fall. I didn’t win the contest. I didn’t even make it to the finals. So why would I spend the next 750 words writing about a contest that I...
This week, I’m going to revisit a youthful lapse of judgment to illustrate my feelings about the $10 million settlement the federal government recently awarded Omar Khadr. In the summer of 1990, shortly after graduating high school, I was the...

Why I’m leaving

As many of you already know, this is my last week at The Reporter. Since I’ve been a part of this newsroom for nearly a decade – which extends to almost a dozen years when my previous stint from 1999-2001...
My new friend Andy seemed to need a little convincing. This was his first time at Swim The Canal, after all. He was visiting his parents in Richmond County, with his wife and eight-year-old son from the Dusseldorf-Cologne area of...
“Good evening everybody! Welcome to our first – and probably last – annual Province House Christmas Pageant. I’m your host, Karen Casey.” “Boo!” “Resign!” “Yes, yes, it’s simply grand to see all of you here, too. As your Minister of Education, I...
My year-long Canada 150 pledge to only play CDs by homegrown artists on our car stereo throughout 2017 recently reintroduced me to a pair of talented musicians and composers from my native L’Ardoise. And even though they were featured on...
I’ll remember the last full week of January for a long time, particularly the 72-hour window that saw shocking falls from grace for three political heavyweights, sweeping changes for Nova Scotia’s education system, the swan song of a veteran...
So there you have it, Nova Scotia: Less than one-fifth of the province’s entire population just determined who’s going to lead you, and for how long. No, that’s not an exaggeration. I truly wish it was. But the numbers, as...

Let it steep

I’ve felt for a long time that the simple act of making tea can be a perfect metaphor for life. After all, just as we all have different ways to live our lives, tea drinkers all have their own way...
As a child and a teenager growing up in L’Ardoise, I got much of my early political education on Sunday mornings at my grandparents’ house, when my family would get together after Mass and hash out the issues of...
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