There is a kind of a funny feeling in writing about the Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris. It is so magnificent and I am ordinary. It humbles me. I have been there several times, most recently a few summers ago. More about that particular memory in a moment.
How did he
There was a time in Newfoundland when I was growing up that if you saw a black person on the street you figured immediately they worked at Memorial University. There just weren’t very many people ‘of colour’ in Newfoundland except at MUN.
An exception in my small word was a
My uncle died in February after a long, often tragic-to-watch battle with dementia. Truth is, when you lose your mind, you usually lose a whole lot more – identity for sure. Dignity too.
The reality is this; the person we show the world is defined by who we have created
Tell me this isn’t so. Consideration is being given to have dogs run free off leash on a part of the Three Pond Barrens. There is a group called the Coalition for Off-Leash Animals and they met with Pippy Park officials to discuss that notion.
Well colour me; OPPOSED. First
By: Ben Cleary
After spending eight months living away, I’m home. I was in Halifax, Nova Scotia, studying journalism at the University of King’s College. Now I’m back in the East End of St. John’s just in time for the arrival of the Easter Bunny – I had to google
The first book I encountered at university was a slender volume called Reading English by George Story and E.R. Seary. It explained how a student reads for a degree and how important it is to read critically and not believe everything just because it is on paper. Smallwood suffered from
All of my life I’ve heard the expression that we Newfoundlanders and Labradorians are “punching above our weight.”
In fact, the very same is referenced in this week’s cover story by a woman who has laced up for her share of title fights – metaphorically speaking of course.
It’s innocent
Somewhere in the chic bistros of St. John’s tonight there are probably still people arguing that we were ‘railroaded’ into Confederation and that somehow voting to join Canada was something other than the will of the people. That is an idea that didn’t emerge until well into our marriage with
By: Ben Cleary
Twenty minutes off the Salmonier Line, in front of a quaint cabin overlooking Ron’s Pond (named after my Grandpa), three colours dance against a flagpole – pink, white and green.
The unofficial flag of Newfoundland was said to have flown at half-mast when Canada joined Newfoundland in
My own personal interest in politics in general and in Confederation specifically was thanks to one of my Grade 7 teachers, Mrs. Ella Smith.
We were doing a section on Newfoundland studies at the time and one of our assignments was to interview a Newfoundlander on something Newfoundlandish and present