Columns

I grew up on a small family farm, where our main enterprise was suckler farming. 

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

When I got home Saturday night from the Meadows Music Festival in Fergus, I reeked of beer, vodka coolers, pop and whatever substances floated through the air, though I did not actually consume any of it. 

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

I feel it is my civic duty to tell you that if you live in Wellington County and are not a card-carrying member of your local library, you’re missing out on some seriously good stuff.

The name means nothing to the majority of people today, in Wellington County or elsewhere in Ontario. 

It turns out country life suits me quite nicely. I am communing with nature every day. It makes me…

The first long weekend of nice weather (fingers crossed) is finally upon us. For this, we must…

When I am asked how I cope with my mental health, people may expect an answer such as reading, drawing and going on walks. 

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

Writing a Mother’s Day column is challenging despite the fact that nothing has shaped my life more than becoming a mother – except maybe having one whose influence on my life remains one of my greatest blessings.

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

One of the greatest legacies a person can leave in their beloved profession is to be a mentor for those new to the trade, who are well aware of the shadow cast by the giants who paved the way before them. Better still is if those mentors have giant hearts.