Columns

This is, in this writer’s opinion, the best time of year in sports.

Think back to March, three years ago, when our kids got an extra-long March break that, for some of them, extended for another year or more.

“We always thank God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, when we pray for you, because we have heard of your faith in Christ Jesus and of the love you have for all God’s people – the faith and love that spring from the hope stored up for you in heaven and about which you have already heard in the

They say everyone has a spirit animal. For some, it is an animal that they find comfort in being around – my wife, for example, is a lover of all dogs – while for others it is a reflection of their behaviour.

It seems that in the rarified air on Parliament Hill, people have noticed a nasty smell: food prices rising a lot faster than inflation.

Communication. That’s the word of the day in my house. How quickly things can go downhill if these skills (we as adults should already possess) are not used.

There were many people in Listowel walking to collect funds for the recent Coldest Night of the Year (CNOY) initiative. The reason behind CNOY is to raise awareness and money to support the most vulnerable in our community. Every year, I pick one of my friends and support them financially in their w

I am on my road to recovery from three major chronical disease: dementia, cancer and autoimmune diseases. I take pills for all three. The auto immune is the worst for me getting around. I do some exercises – not much.

Our community lost a great person last week here in Listowel. Someone who dedicated their life to the education of others… someone who was incredibly talented at their craft.

My earliest childhood tobogganing memory was not a pleasant one.

Several weeks back I was sitting at home, wrapped in an old quilt and cradling a mug of tea. As the bitter wind howled and I tried desperately to assimilate the words from my social psychology course, my phone vibrated. I looked down at it and the message simply read, “_________overdosed tonight.”

When I was a kid, I had big dreams of playing in the National Hockey League. Most Canadian kids do.

As humans, we are not a fan of change in general.

I started writing these with columns, entitled My Voyage with Dementia, back in 2017. I have written one every other week for the last five years. I would like to say that dementia has changed from a “terminal” disease to a “treatable disease,” but that is not the case. As a matter of fact, it hasn’