Wednesday, December 13, 2017


As we lumber into the final six weeks of 2017, I’m noticing a marked difference between the stories that have everybody talking this year and those that got us all fired up last year. From where I sit, 2016 wound...
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...
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...

Country Nation

Moments before George Canyon took the stage on the third Friday evening in November, I took my seat at the far left of the Port Hawkesbury Civic Centre’s Bear Head Conference Room, just outside the kitchen area. I came perilously...
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...
International Women’s Day felt a little different this year. For one thing, there seemed to be an air of hopelessness to it. Women have made incredible strides over the past year, on the local, national and international scale, and yet...
1985: My introduction to Tom Petty comes from, of all people, “Weird Al” Yankovic, whose first album includes a spoof of Petty’s duet with Stevie Nicks, “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around.” As my 13-year-old ears take in the accordion-heavy...

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...
On the first Sunday morning in April, I found out that Jean McNamara had passed away the previous day. (Among other things, this means God shared her with us for precisely 72 years and one day.) Roughly six hours later,...
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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