Seeing Listowel wherever I go

Last week, two travelling farmers found themselves in a bustling downtown complete with an inordinate number of shoe stores and two lovely ladies enjoying an afternoon tea. On the hunt for ice cream, Dad and I had pulled into Washington, Iowa and discovered what seemed to be the Iowan version of Lis

‘The drought is over!’

When it comes to sports broadcasting, I’ve always enjoyed radio play-by-play over television. Give me a Toronto Blue Jays game, especially during the days of Jerry Horwath and Tom Cheek, on the radio over the Sportsnet or TSN all any day of the week. Same goes for hockey – I’d much rather hear Joe B

The fight for life progresses

Last week I had an appointment for a CT scan at the Stratford hospital. I have the scan approximately every three months while they check for cancer – melanomas – in my body.

The power of belief

Knowing what you know of my husband and I – that we do our best to live a healthier lifestyle – it may come as a surprise to learn that Graham was a smoker for almost seven years.

A solution no one asked for

During my years as a graduate student at the University of Guelph, I was lucky enough to live in my Mum’s childhood home smack dab in the middle of Puslinch. Like many other small hamlets that dot the areas around Guelph, Puslinch was a creation of a bygone era when farmland was carved up willy-nill

Not all Harley riders are big, bad bikers

When I was a little girl growing up in Hespeler, Ont., my dad owned one of the gas stations in town. Dad was a friendly guy who welcomed everybody to his shop and his kitchen table. We had a wide variety of friends stop by to have a coffee with Dad, who loved a good visit and a good story.