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
My grandfather Malone was a real St. John’s man. He was Catholic and anti-Confederate. The capital had voted heavily against Confederation in the 1948 referenda. My grandfather worked for the ultimate St. John’s merchant firm which was Bowring Brothers and it appears he bought whole hog into the notion
Polio kind of eased into the public consciousness in the summer of 1959 in Newfoundland. We were aware of it, but it didn’t dominate our lives. It broke out that year in Trinity Bay in a small group of connected families that had not been vaccinated with the Salk vaccine.
I have deliberately held off on talking about the legalization of weed. It all needed time to sink in on people and time for some of the wrinkles to get ironed out.
I am a child of the ’60s and I know a lot about marijuana. I even remember the
Of my peer group, my mothering situation is a tad unique. Now barreling with a vengeance towards 50, I have a 21-year-old son who still mostly hangs his hat at home and a 10-year-old daughter who – despite the fact that she often feels otherwise – is a long way