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...
On the surface, a change to one line in our national anthem might not seem to have that much in common with recent revisions to the Canada Summer Jobs (CSJ) program.
And yet, as both stories dominated the headlines last...
Over the past couple of months, we’ve had plenty to say
about how other people spend our money.
Take the mid-April fire that caused significant damage
at Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris, for example. The world reacted...
We’re living in an uncertain world, where even something as wholesome as lettuce, or Tide Pods, can be deemed unhealthy and dangerous to the public good.
With this in mind, it shouldn’t surprise you that I once again have a...
So, after spending over seven years in a self-imposed absence from community theatre, I suddenly found myself performing in three different plays in as many counties this spring.
Regular readers of this column might recall that I recently served as...
In the days leading up to Halloween, we got an ugly reminder that few things are scarier than a coward with an agenda.
Over a four-day span, packages containing pipe bombs showed up in the mailboxes, residences and workplaces of...
When I reflect on memories of our cat Sadie that
predate her departure from this world last Thursday afternoon, her purr will
always come back to me.
It often reached incredible volumes – Cathy described it
as...
This column is appearing online and in print just as we leave the Canada Day long weekend behind, and just as our neighbours to the south erupt in their annual Stars and Stripes jamboree.
So, as I write about the...
Sometimes I won’t have anything
especially profound or enlightening to say in this column. (I can hear you now:
“Only sometimes?”)
Occasionally, I’ll have a week that was
so full of travels, adventures, and mid-summer memories that...
I have turned down a lot of chocolate over the past 25 years.
You see, it was a quarter-century ago that my family doctor and I jointly figured out that my skin couldn’t handle even trace amounts of the key...