Columns

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’

As our friends on the Crave TV show Letterkenny like to say, “Bad gas travels fast in a small town.”

Paul writes to the Ephesians: For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago (Ephesians 2:10).

As an editor, I sometimes shake my head when reading stories prior to publication.

I recently marked the 10-year milestone of being back here as a regular staffer at the Banner. Over that time I’ve had the pleasure of interviewing countless folks who were willing to share their stories with yours truly, our fine publication, and its dedicated readership.

Hey, I am new to town, just moved in six months ago to Knox Listowel and I am a bit embarrassed something I love that I really enjoy about living here.

Preservation of the French language and Quebecois culture has been a hot-button topic in Canada for as long as I can remember.

My middle son is a skilled soccer player. His love for the game coupled with some very impressive ball skills makes him a joy to watch. He’s nine and so much better at soccer than me, that I often find myself watching and learning.