At this time of the rolling year some pundits put forward some notions on what the New Year might bring. It’s hope in vain if something is expected from me.
Two years into the COVID-19 pandemic and I swear to God I know less about what is going on then
Taste and smell are very dramatic memory triggers. They can take you back to the past better than any photograph.
A few years ago, I brushed against a fur coat that was hanging in a closet. In an instant I was transported back to my childhood home and the soft
As of this writing, COVID once again has us huddled in our homes for school and work. Hours after the end of one snowstorm, with two more potential systems headed our way, there’s really not much to do but sit back and wait for all this – the worst of
In school at the beginning of the year we got new exercise books. Now we have talked about that before. Renewal, a turning of the page, etc. This was a long time ago. We called the books scribblers.
They were actually called Caribou exercise books. They were made of dirt
Christmas is pretty good you know. It isn’t all celebration. It is deeply religious. It has “Jesus” written all over it in our western world … It really is something beyond “Rocking around the Christmas Tree” or “I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.”
Christmas and its spirit goes beyond too
I was going to write about this a while ago when the Mayor of St. John’s appeared to be telling reporters what they could or could not write about in the ongoing controversy over the Growlers getting a temporary boot out of the newly named Mary Brown’s Centre.
I didn’t
Two self-proclaimed ‘old geezers’ join forces with two members of Rum Ragged they helped inspire to celebrate the season in fine musical style
Fergus O’Byrne and Jim Payne are legends in the traditional music world. O’Byrne even claims that he and Payne enjoy “bringing young people over to the
Taylor’s Farm is on the walking path I use between my house and my sister’s place, so it’s a spot I pass at least a few times each week. We regularly monitor the growth of the pumpkins as they defy the salt sea air and wind off the ocean to
I had to look up the date for this event because, while it is in my memory – the most important weather event I remember from my childhood – it was a long time ago.
The year was 1958 and the city of St. John’s was shutdown in mid-winter-by a
In this instalment of Pam Pardy’s column Wait Till I Tells Ya, Pam goes out in search of the politically engaged to talk shop, but struggles
While out on an evening walk recently, I took the opportunity to feed my starving soul by engaging in some political