Columns

I wish I looked better in a toque. 

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

As it has probably a thousand times in my marriage to the Carpenter, our morning began with this question; “Are you okay if I write about this?” 

Insomnia made me delusional. That explains it. Longing for sleep, I passed time contemplating cruel punishments to silence my snoring spouse. 

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

It struck me, while out walking my dog on the last morning of my Christmas holidays, that the next day, I would be heading back to work, and as such, I was going to need pants. 

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

If there is one thing that the year 2022 taught me, it’s that I have zero ability to predict my own future. None. 

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…

For our seasonal article this year I sat down with Chaplain Ram Kalap, one of the spiritual care…

With all due respect, Santa, I’d like to request you take me off your “Nice” list this year. 

Paul McCartney is watching me as I type this. His big puppy dog eyes are fixated on me all day. I am totally okay with that, though to be honest it’s distracting. Paul has me in the Christmas spirit.

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…