I don’t spend a lot of time worrying about the future. If my ‘best before date’ was different perhaps I would because there are dark clouds on our horizon. Threats to our ravaged environment are obvious, as are political and social threats in a world rapidly dividing into an ‘us
Bishop Feild Elementary is the oldest school in Newfoundland and fifth oldest in Canada
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Many names that go hand-in-hand with Newfoundland have been Feildians, names like Joey Smallwood, Ches Crosbie, Tommy Ricketts and Geoff Stirling. Newfoundland’s most storied school is celebrating its 175th anniversary this August, and it will
The inspirational tickle swim in support of mental health is back an bigger than ever!
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The seventh annual Tickle Swim is taking place on August 10. 25 swimmers of all ages and walks of life will be swimming the five kilometre “Tickle” — the channel from Bell Island to
17 years after taking Newfoundland’s music scene by storm with her album Out of the Rain, Jackie Sullivan returns with her moving new album Find Your Light
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When Jackie Sullivan burst onto the scene in 2002 with the MusicNL award winning debut album Out of the Rain, it was
Braxton Comedy Festival Aims to Keep Professional Comedy Alive in the Province
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The third annual Braxton Comedy Festival will take place August 13th to 17th at the LSPU Hall. The festival will showcase The Unpossible Stand Up Challenge Gala, The Nickel Film Festival Comedy Challenge,
By: Mark Dwyer
The Kim Stirling Memorial Trophy is one of the most beautiful trophies in Canadian sports – fitting as it honours and celebrates the life of a beautiful soul
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Kim Stirling was a former rower who tragically lost her life in a car accident over four decades
From those who vie for championship glory to those who simply enjoy the sport and comradery, the Regatta and rowing culture loom large for one company
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There’s a makeshift gym inside an old warehouse behind NTV Studios in St. John’s, equipped with six rowing machines, a couple of exercise bikes
The alarm goes off at 4:45 a.m. As I groan and turn over to find my phone to silence it and try and find another five minutes of sleep, I don’t. I crawl out of bed, find my rowing clothes and head out the door, no second guessing why I
I’ve always had a very polarizing relationship with death. Not quite fearful, not quite accepting, but more of an odd impasse where neither is welcomed nor shunned.
In truth, the whole idea of death and all that it entails makes me rather uncomfortable, in that awkward foot-in-mouth sort of way.