My family and I visited Ontario recently and one of the things we did while up along was visit Marineland. Our four year-old, who has been able to say anything and everything for quite some time now, just couldn’t wrap her lips and tongue around the word ‘walrus’. ‘Wal-rust’, was
Story first published Nov. 20, 2005 By Darrin Bent
Almost 15 years after he was wrongly accused of murdering his mother, Gregory Parsons is finally moving on with his life
It’s been nearly 15 years since Gregory Parsons was targeted by police as the person who murdered his mother. It’s
Story first Published Oct. 22, 2001 | By Mark Dwyer
As a broadcaster, printer, publisher, author and filmmaker, Geoff Stirling has committed his life to upholding the highest standards of media excellence. The groundbreaking visionary was the first to bring commercial FM radio to the province and launched the first
Story first published Mar. 17, 1968
How long will the Christians accept being thrown to the lions?
“The way things are going, the Church as we know it won’t exist in 50 years time…” Comment of a committed Christian, a Newfoundlander with background in the service of his church, who
Story first published Dec. 4, 2004 | by Carolyn Stokes
What do you get when 8,000 screaming fans and one Herald reporter show up to watch a Great Big Sea concert in Ottawa? A show to remember.
It’s loud. It’s like thousands of screaming people are competing with each other
Carrie is a fine horror film, just no competition to original
Carrie has long since been regarded as one of the finest adaptations of Stephen King’s long catalogue of works to grace the silver screen. Aside from being the film to launch Sissy Spacek’s career, it captured audiences for its
When I was pregnant, other than the growing number on the scale each week, the thing I hated most were parents telling me to ‘get my sleep now’, because essentially, my life as I knew it would be ending. I didn’t hate it because they were lying; sleeping-in is effectively
My father’s father was always telling ‘old’ stories of back in the day. Down by the wharf, on the stoop of his fishing store, or at the supper table.
It didn’t matter where he was, what he was doing or what anyone else was talking about. If he had
I can’t tell you how many times a day I stare at Jack and ask, ‘What does the cow say’? He stares back at me intently, but doesn’t say a word. This is right around the time I go ahead and answer my own question: The cow goes Moo! No
