Columns
A dark and frigid dawn
On Sunday March 14, I will spend much of the day re-programming clocks and cursing perky radio announcers who burble on about springing forward with an air of tiresome bonhomie, as though it were an event to be celebrated rather than reviled.
Gender deconstruction
My first dealings with the other sex, of course, were with my mother.
She made hand-squeezed orange juice every morning, ironed my shirts, folded my underwear, soothed my pains, and spoiled me rotten.
Plowing his field of dreams
By Maurice Smith
In 1830 Thomas and William Cook left their family farm in Ireland to seek their fortune in Canada. They settled homesteads on the 7th Concession, (now known as McCowan Road) in Whitchurch Township, William on the west side near Bloomington Road and Thomas a little further north.
When William’s first son, William Andrew, […]
On The Run
by Robin Steckley
One word defines many long distance runners I meet, and that word is ‘character’.
Jim White is a perfect example. While I appreciate his athletic ability, it is his character that has earned my respect. He strives to do his best, accomplishes new goals, and teaches and encourages people he meets along the […]
Lady of the dance
By Kinjal Dagli-Shah
The one thing longer than Rajani and Mathivarnan Sithamparathanathan’s names is the list of accolades the former has won for her training in Bharatanatyam, an Indian classical dance form.
Tone deaf
by Jill McWhinnie
Now that people are prohibited from using hand-held phones while driving, perhaps the government should consider extending the ban to avoid more potential risks to safety and sanity.
