Easter outfits. Those were the good ol’ days, weren’t they? How old do you have to be to have earned the right to make such comments officially, I wonder? I figure, at 51 and climbing, I’ve just about made it. So here it goes.
I remember when we received new
Regular readers of these humble offerings will know that I am a monarchist. I have been in lock step with the Queen and her family from the day I was born. I had a Windsor baby carriage, just like Prince Charles. I remember the death of the Queen’s father George
A photo memory popped up this morning from 11 years ago. In it, my daughter – one at the time – sat playing at a table with another child her age. I remember that day well. We still lived in an outport back then, and we dearly embraced most things
You know I was born at just the right time. I am the oldest of the baby boomers because I showed up in 1946 less than a year after the end of WWII.
I watched Newfoundland through all of the last half of the 20th century. I am old enough
This is usually the time of year where I’d make some witty remarks and puns about Newfoundland’s Irish roots, our predisposition to alcohol and excessive Paddy’s partying and how you can hear Jigs & Reels bursting through every car radio and sound system from St. John’s to St. Anthony on
When I was younger there was a very tough religious regimen within the Catholic Church.
The season of Lent today, the runup to Easter Sunday, is simply not as demanding as it used to be. Fasting and abstention were very much part of our religious upbringing then. I still know
When I first moved back to outport Newfoundland from Ontario, I had a dream. Besides the joy of returning to my rural roots, I also wanted to revisit my passion for writing.
I had studied journalism in school, though I had never worked a day at it in my life
I woke with one thought: oh crap! Well, maybe two thoughts: ouch! And then oh crap! The reason? The back of my throat felt raw and sore. “It’s nothing,” I told myself. Hydrate. Maybe gargle some salt water. Good as new.
By noon, instead of going on a hike, I
There are old adages about the passing of the torch, the old lion being surpassed by the young and hungry up-and-comer. These things are echoed in the animal kingdom as well as in the rat race of class and commerce.
We grow and rise, only to bow out to the
Archie Andrews isn’t perhaps the first fellow one thinks of when it comes to romance, but seeing he lived his life in a love triangle of sorts, he’s perhaps the poster boy for those consumed at least with loving the idea of love. The red-headed, amicable comedic hero had a