Columns

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

I’m not typically a jealous woman. I have no reason to be. 

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

She leapt out in front of my moving car as if distracted, unaware of my headlights or the path she’d wandered into. She just appeared out of nowhere and in doing so, knocked me clean out of the noise of my day. 

The month of February makes many people think of love and romantic relationships.  

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

I couldn’t find my Bluetooth speaker anywhere. It must still be packed in a box from the recent move of the contents of our home from our neighbourhood in town to our move to the country on the outskirts of the same town. 

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

In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I’d like to share a teachable moment with you of what not to do to your beloved if you are attempting to inspire a spark of passion between you. Today’s lesson is brought to you by the letters C, for the Carpenter, and W, for “What the?” “Why?” and “Weirdo.”

I heard him before I saw him.  He had a raspy barking cough, as if someone told him a good joke…

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…

I am by no means a survivalist, (I can barely survive learning we’re out of chips), but when there is a snowstorm in the forecast, my husband, the Carpenter, launches into emergency preparedness mode. 

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

I wish I looked better in a toque.