Parents are a funny breed. They mean well and try to set us on the correct path but sometimes the things they teach are just well-meaning garbage.
When my brother John and I were very young, our mom and dad (mostly mom) warned us about the
I love St. John’s in a way that is more than anything else, constant. In some spiritual way, it never changes. It has always been my home except for a brief interval. I loved the city through it all and I love it now and I don’t anticipate ever
It is no small wonder that we Newfoundlanders and Labradorians are as unhealthy as we are. It is the way we were raised and our diet. Our food upbringing was not that good, at least when I grew up. I was reading the other day about the incidences of
This is one of the sadder stories I know from the world of letters. It is made sadder because reading has been my whole life and so many good things have been associated with reading and literature. To begin, because of circumstance within my family and being an only
It is hard to believe but I’m almost 80 years of age. Where did the years ago? You may ask the question, but I tell you honestly that I haven’t got a sweet clue. So much for the wisdom of the ages. A friend of mine recently said that
This is a story I have referenced before. However, I am now able to tell the story fully. To begin, I am very fond of telling young people with children that parenting is the hardest thing they will ever do in life. Work is easy. Wherever it is, it
You know it is strange but some of my best memories of Christmas are related to poor health. About 10 years ago I was on crutches right through the whole Christmas season. There is no suitable time to go under the surgeon’s knife, but surely mid-December must be the
It is a favourite theme of mine to talk about the role of television in the society of our province. I talked about it at Memorial University this summer. By way of example, television is a serious social force that has impacted us here in Newfoundland and Labrador. Let
I drove down from LeMarchant Road to Water Street last week and in doing so I had to pass St. Patrick’s, the church of my old west end parish. The now empty grey stone building glowered down on me. Somewhere in that ancient building was the pew by the
You find Christmas and its spirit and meaning in the strangest of places. I was in a shopping mall one day last week. At first blush it is about as far away from the manger in Bethlehem as you can get but even in a mall, that ultimate shrine