By: Amanda Mews
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Dildo. We’ve seen the highway sign and maybe had a chuckle or two. The name is hard to ignore, but beyond the popular green sign lives a group of people who take great pride in their town – and ownership of its name.
My first visit
Where were you when the arse fell out of ‘er? I’m not talking the economy or the stock market, I’m talking July temps in Newfoundland. July 19th to be exact, but we’ve had a few off-temp days this summer.
There we all were, minding our own business – either mowing
This is an op/ed piece that wouldn’t have been written a year ago. You would have thought me quite mad to have even opened the subject. I am not the first to do this but the question has already been raised about what will happen if Donald Trump refuses to
I have mentioned before that I am fascinated by work. Most people are. I saw a construction fence in Boston once that had viewing holes cut in the wood. A sign said: ‘Sidewalk Superintendents.’
In other words the holes were cut there so people could stop and watch the construction.
It’s been 33 years since the wedding of Prince Andrew and Sarah ‘Fergie’ Furguson in 1986 but some images you just never forget. For me, it’s the moment Queen Elizabeth has to dart after Charles and Diana’s eldest, then wee little Prince William, to stop him from getting closer to
As someone in their 50th year on this planet, I can testify that while five decades of living provides a greater prospective to life in general it is also interesting when it comes to reflection.
1969 was an incredible year for change and advancement but it also had its share
I don’t spend a lot of time worrying about the future. If my ‘best before date’ was different perhaps I would because there are dark clouds on our horizon. Threats to our ravaged environment are obvious, as are political and social threats in a world rapidly dividing into an ‘us
I’ve always had a very polarizing relationship with death. Not quite fearful, not quite accepting, but more of an odd impasse where neither is welcomed nor shunned.
In truth, the whole idea of death and all that it entails makes me rather uncomfortable, in that awkward foot-in-mouth sort of way.
Somebody in some cubicle in a federal government department had the whacko idea of building a fence on Signal Hill and blocking the view of part of the St. John’s Harbour.
Who knows what lies in the hearts of government’s minions at all levels? Perhaps it was meant to drive
My mom used to use the lovely expression “too foolish to talk about”. Sometimes in the middle of expressing opinions about what radio commentator John Nesbitt used to call “the passing parade” something jumps out at me that needs to be referenced as more than a difference of opinion. Something