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Every April 22 since 1970, people have been celebrating Earth Day by taking action to protect the environment. One common activity on April 22 is tree planting.

Any home that is the habitat of young tykes is easily discernible from one that is not.

Some of us are starting to see a pattern. The economy is a mess. Well, of course it is, and we need look no farther than the pandemic for something to blame.

Ever had an invitation to get in on something big? Like something so ludicrously good you couldn’t say no? Something that you know up front could cost you a lot, but the guaranteed return if it’s even close to true, is a no-brainer?

Our world is changing drastically and quickly. All of our lives are being impacted. After years of warnings from scientists, no one has changed, no country has changed. If you are reading this, you are likely an adult, and you are the one that needs to change to help my generation.

Two weeks ago when I wrote my column, I was full of vim and vigor. It appeared that spring was here and the garden could be planted, and the golf course was drying out. Well, spring/summer hasn’t come yet and the golf course is barely open with cold, wind and rain interfering. The garden? Well…

You have to admire the bear out in British Columbia that broke into a car and guzzled 69 cans of pop.

Last Thursday, my family gathered at my late grandfather’s house in Wroxeter to enjoy some social time following Grandpa’s burial service (he passed away in January). Naturally, stories were shared and photo albums were perused.

I have been going to Saugeen Ojibway Nation (SON) since before I even knew what a treaty with Indigenous People was. And when I say SON, that includes Sauble Beach.

Eighty-two games down and now the real fun begins. More so for those whose teams actually made the postseason, I suppose.

“Hallow” is a word that has fallen into disuse in the English language. Most people encounter it only in the second line of the Prayer of Jesus, “Hallowed by your name.” And even there, that line is often the subject of jokes with people misquoting it as “Howard by your name,” or “Harold by your nam

Life is precious. Many adults have lived through enough ups and downs to realize this. I am 13, and I have already learned this lesson. 

One of the more popular items in the recent federal budget was the so-called grocery rebate, to help families being hit with grocery prices that are rising at an annual rate of 10 per cent or more.

Last Friday, the crew at Midwestern Newspapers did something we rarely do – take a few moments to sit down, enjoy each other’s company and pat ourselves on the back.