I loved the byelection in the district of Windsor Lake and followed it poll by poll online. Halfway through the campaign I thought Paul Antle and the Liberals would scrape out a win. Closer to election day I moved in the other direction and thought Ches Crosbie would eke it
When I was a kid our parents took us to a Carroll Baker concert at The Arts and Culture Centre. During the intermission, the country legend signed autographs for fans. Beyond her incredible talent – and at that age my musical influences were whatever my parents played around the house
Several years ago I wrote about the seasons in Newfoundland as defined “in the old days,” not by the calendar of Pope Gregory, but rather by the events that helped us survive another year in the Atlantic. The cod fishery, the seal hunt, the caplin scull; they were all part
Diversity, in any construct like, lets say, culture, is of paramount importance.
Outside of the necessity of being inclusive in taste – variety is the spice of life they tell us –having a vast array of options just makes things better, doesn’t it? Painting would be fairly boring with only
Let’s be honest. The weather in Newfoundland is usually the stuff jokes are made of, and that’s about it. From May two-fours spent in a snowsuit to fires crackling in basement woodstoves in July; we’ve heard it all and are all the heartier for it.
Newfoundlanders even have a multitude
Taken from the Sept.23-29 issue
I went to Dee Murphy’s wake on Saturday afternoon. I went early for a very specific reason. I knew there was going to be a crowd. Carnell’s Funeral Home was blocked on the weekend of Dee’s passing.
It is the same reason I went early
A little news story caught my eye last night that brought home to me how unready we are for the legalization of marijuana. The item was whether you could smoke weed on a golf course once marijuana becomes legal. One course wanted to ban it.
Here is the issue. If
By: Kelly Anne-Roberts
I’ve gotten to know Carl English over the last year as a reporter. When I first met English I didn’t know what to expect.
I’d heard his story and wondered if it had made him hard or reserved, but honestly he’s been nothing but kind, approachable and
I confess to being an unrepentant political junkie. At all levels it draws me in. My record on predictions isn’t that great. It is average at best. I knew the Liberals would win provincially and Justin Trudeau would survive attack ads about his hair and win nationally.
That was easy.
The start of the school year – fresh book-bags and pencils, back to school commercials and fresh cuts – has had me a bit perplexed in recent years. It’s a bit like a recurring deja vu, that I should wake at the start of September in a cold sweat and