These are the times that try men’s souls. These are the days where winter sets in with the grip of Grim Death.
The Christmas guests and visitors have all gone and the ornaments put away. The last note from the final playing of The Little Drummer Boy has mercifully faded
Regular readers of this page will recall that one of the only things my daughter wanted for Christmas this past year was ribbon for her ancient typewriter. Well, Santa came through with flying colours and my not-so-wee-one-anymore is now happily clicking away yet again, so all is right in her
One of the most special treasures I’ve been gifted is being an auntie to two little boys, one who just turned two and another who is 16 months old.
I adore these two. Maybe it’s because I’m now old enough to be a nan myself or that I realize my
The thing about the House of Windsor is that it is a polarizing entity. You either love them or hate them. Now I am a monarchist. I’m not sure why; maybe it is because I just like a good story. Over the years my favourite Royals did seem to have
With 2019 still in its infancy stages, all the media outlets are talking about the top news story of the year that was. I watched and read a few of those compilations over the past few weeks and in every single case something royal related topped the list. From Prince
My snowblower pulls a little to the left this winter. We have had one storm and there is snow in our future.
During the December storm I noticed that my snowblower didn’t stay on a straight track. Every couple of seconds you need to use force to straighten it up.
Anyone who knows me is well aware by now that me and old man winter are not on speaking terms. There’s no joy in this season of slush and salt and skidoo tracks for me.
Granted, growing up in rural Newfoundland, things were different. There were snowball fights, rips on
By Erin Woodrow
“Regardless of how far I travelled or how long I stayed away, the friendly shores of Newfoundland always welcome me back with wide and open arms…”
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In a humid, overcast and foggy Friday night I threw my line into the ocean. We were situated just off the
Back in my day (cue eye roll) there was no such thing as day care. When mudder was stuck for a sitter while pa was out at sea, grandma, or many times in our case, one of our many aunts took over to see that we didn’t die without proper
A long time ago children, including myself, used to write our letters to Santa Claus and then throw them in the fireplace for delivery. When the letters burned they were carried away to Santa at the North Pole. I don’t think children do that anymore.
It is a tradition that