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.