It’s hard not to love our own, and that includes this province’s special dog breeds. From the furry and heroic Newfoundland to the friendly companion to all, the Labrador Retriever, what’s not to love and be proud of?
Whenever we are out and about, it’s natural to gravitate towards one
“When sun rays crown thy pine clad hills, And summer spreads her hand,
When silvern voices tune thy rills, We love thee, smiling land.” — Sir Cavendish Boyle, 1902.
The words Sir Cavendish Boyle penned about this province of ours in 1902 still rings true today. My Ontario-born niece feels
Ernest Hemingway said that “all stories end in death and he is no true storyteller who would keep that from you.” So it is I had to come to terms with putting our aged cat Boots “to sleep.” About a quarter of the world’s cats are called Boots. Another quarter
Many of us have been a victim of crime. The fact that we live on an island doesn’t protect or insulate any of us when it comes to being a target. Not too long ago, one poor outport fella had his fancy white truck stolen while he slept, all peaceful-like,
While Canada Day means school is out and summer’s here, it also reminds me of the politics of this country we call home. Memorial Day is part of that, so we never forget.
Many a politicians, along with a few wannabes, have gathered on Signal Hill to honour the dual
By: Tamara Dodgson
When it comes to creating your own personal story, it really is true that knowledge is power
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Have you ever noticed how quickly your attitude can change when you suddenly find yourself seeing something in a whole new way? How is it that everything can change
I don’t think I’ll ever understand what the world is about. Somebody I know well died last week. Still the Raptors were on and so was the Blues-Bruins series. I had to watch. I think.
Intellectually there seems something “off” about just going on with the world but the world
Did you hear the story about Jack and the Leaky Dishwasher? That’s a classic.
Jack and his bride were best of friends, living in apartment after apartment with landlords that varied in niceties, manners and braincells before purchasing their ‘dream home’ on a beautiful spring day one week before a
I am in Ottawa. It always makes me feel very “Canadian” when I come here. We are surely one of the world’s great democracies and the envy of many nations. It’s a large mistake to think that democracy is where all humans are headed and is the natural order that
I was honoured to once again have an opportunity to work the phone banks at this year’s Janeway Telethon, and the opportunity to give so little in the way of time once again gave so much more in return.
First of all, if you’ve never trained under Barry Lewis Green,