The pages from the months of October, November, and December have fluttered from the 2019 calendar and drifted into history and we have moved into January. Christmas had a bit of snow which messed up some travel plans but it wasn’t the end of the world and that is part
Truth be told, for someone like me who thrives on lists and rankings, I have a difficult time with the concept of ‘best of’. Why? Subjectivity. Let me give you a good example.
A family member who shall remain nameless remarked when discussing the pizza he had sampled in Italy
Sitting down to chat with the ladies from this week’s special feature, ‘Wonder Women,’ was interesting to say the least.
Stephanie O’Brien had strongly insisted I participate, though as the writer of the piece as well as a participant, I knew it would be challenging. Plus, sometimes I just don’t
I always preface articles about the Royals by saying I myself am an unashamed and unapologetic monarchist.
My life has been lived out in kind of a lock step with the George VI and his family and then Elizabeth II and her family including Charles who grew up in the
It is time to exhale now. We have come through the high tension of Christmas and we got all the necessary things done or at least most of them. It was tense at times. That is all part of the holiday season. It’s not all O Holy Night and
What a difference a year makes. You wouldn’t normally consider that 12 months could make or break lives, loves or opinions, but then again we do live in a particularly interesting time in our history.
Take politics, to start. There’s P.M. Justin Trudeau. Entering 2019, P.E.’s boy was no longer
There was a time when we Christians were in the iron grip of “Holy Mother Church.” That is how Catholics were wont to label the “head office” of their brand of Christianity anyway.
You don’t hear it much anymore because times have changed but really, the Church had a hold
Around this time last year I answered the phone at my desk. It was a woman, near tears and filled with emotion, who wanted to express an encounter she had with Herald president Scott Stirling.
Having no idea what I was about to hear, and with some trepidation, I encouraged
Sometimes it gets surprisingly quiet at Christmas. That is an odd thing, but in the excitement and even within the “madding crowds” and the malls and this “world of purchase” in which we struggle there is a quiet time of the soul that creeps in. It is a place of
I still remember the joy of sitting on Santa’s knee telling him what I wanted for Christmas. My siblings and I would be out shopping with mom at The Mall, and there before us would be the most magnificent theatrical throne wrapped in sparkling – though admittedly gaudy – garland.