I was angry first and then sad. I had my COVID booster shot last week. It was just before those anti-vax protesters, operating out of ignorance rather than malice, shut down a COVID vaccine clinic on Topsail Road.
The clinic was for seniors, like me, over 70. I lined up
Dr. Janice Fitzgerald said everyone would eventually catch the virus. Still, when I saw that blue line on the rapid test just after the New Year, I was in disbelief. With all the travel and going I’ve done, you kind of get to feeling a little invincible, or at least
At this time of the rolling year some pundits put forward some notions on what the New Year might bring. It’s hope in vain if something is expected from me.
Two years into the COVID-19 pandemic and I swear to God I know less about what is going on then
Taste and smell are very dramatic memory triggers. They can take you back to the past better than any photograph.
A few years ago, I brushed against a fur coat that was hanging in a closet. In an instant I was transported back to my childhood home and the soft
As of this writing, COVID once again has us huddled in our homes for school and work. Hours after the end of one snowstorm, with two more potential systems headed our way, there’s really not much to do but sit back and wait for all this – the worst of
In school at the beginning of the year we got new exercise books. Now we have talked about that before. Renewal, a turning of the page, etc. This was a long time ago. We called the books scribblers.
They were actually called Caribou exercise books. They were made of dirt
Some years ago there was a woman who stayed on the same hospital ward as my late mother-in-law. This woman was nice enough and she was a regular Herald reader who thought that I somehow lived off-grid somewhere in the interior of the Avalon wilderness area. That is because I
It was dark when I drove down a hill in Topsail one night this summer. The sun was long gone behind Bell Island and it was “the dark of the moon.”
I was getting ready to turn left on to another road and towards home when I saw two vehicles
I had to look up the date for this event because, while it is in my memory – the most important weather event I remember from my childhood – it was a long time ago.
The year was 1958 and the city of St. John’s was shutdown in mid-winter-by a
It’s hard to believe that I started writing for The Herald back in 2003. For the past 18 years, I’ve been telling the stories of Newfoundlanders and Labradorians and sharing a scatter yarn about my own life along the way.
While I was a freelance contributor those first few years,