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...
By the time you read this, somebody else may be sitting in this chair and putting together stories at this computer.
Last week, I told you why I’m leaving The Reporter in a column imaginatively titled “Why I’m leaving.” This...
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...
I was struck silent by the inscription on the gravestone that sat just a few feet in front of me on this quiet Friday morning in northern France.
In a sense, that shouldn’t be surprising. This was my first visit...
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...
I was fortunate enough to get a combined month’s worth of time off this summer, and it’s allowed Cathy and me to re-acquaint ourselves with some of our favourite parts of Nova Scotia.
This has rarely been more pronounced than...
Those who know me well should not be surprised that I’m still thinking about Kermit the Frog today, even though it’s been over three weeks since I learned that my favourite amphibian has a new puppeteer (and two weeks...
As I watched the remarkable footage of Halifax municipal crews placing a black shroud over the likeness of city founder Edward Cornwallis amidst a large crowd of cheering protestors, my mind flashed to a story I had recently read...
When Muppet master Jim Henson died unexpectedly in 1990, I braced myself for the concept that Kermit the Frog, a major part of my childhood and adolescence, wasn’t going to be a part of my life anymore.
I didn’t know...
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...