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
Back to school time always held so much promise. Empty, pristine ready-to-be-written in scribblers, new-fangled pens with multi-coloured push-down ink choices, a stiff-from-newness corduroy jumper or two and a fresh attitude of commitment; this year, no procrastination!
While over time the scribblers became dog-eared, the pen was tossed
There’s lightness in the air these days. Thanks be to God. There’s the feeling of optimism that comes with progress in the long and tiring fight against COVID-19
We are winning a remarkable victory and credit is due. Newfoundland is a great place. Last week I was
Few communities throughout this island are without the skeletal remains of a flat or a dory.
Wander a back cove or an abandoned home anywhere and you’re likely to see one left to return its once saltwater joys back into the earth if just left in peace
When my son was born in Ontario over 24 years ago I often would utter, “stop growing!” He continued to blatantly disregard my motherly command, of course, though I wasn’t happy about it.
Sometimes, I huffed the phrase in practicality-driven frustration as my 11 pounder-at-birth seemed to expand beyond his
There is an old expression I learned in Labour College about how weaknesses in a contract “invite mischief.” The phrase has come to my mind in recent days when we hear the deeply disturbing reports of graves found on the grounds of so-called residential schools run by the Catholic Church.
Rotational work has become a staple of NL’s economy – but my Dad was the first of anybody I knew who made it his career
By Griffen Stuckless
My father is a Millwright by trade which means he can pretty much do whatever trade is needed in order to
While we might think of Covid as something that keeps us separated, in some cases it brings family home at just the right time
It took two years, but my daughter finally had her confirmation. Who knew, when the process first began back in 2019, that COVID would