The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Columns
Broke
I broke Facebook and Instagram last Monday. You’re welcome. I shut those social media platforms down with a few key strokes on my personal Facebook page, where I posted my frustration with the company’s new business suite platform to see if my friends had similar issues. That’s all it took.
Media Matters: Time to change
We were appalled last week to hear that an assault of a Centre Wellington District High School student is, according to parents and students, part of an escalating pattern of abuse and violence targeting the school’s 2SLGBTQ+, BIPOC and special needs students.
Jessie Murdoch of Pilkington became famous nurse
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Practice
You can’t knock Thanksgiving as a holiday, mostly because it centres around taking a pause from our busy lives to express gratitude for the things we have in our lives that we often take for granted, being so busy and all. Also, it centres on a meal that includes gravy and stuffing. Hallelujah.
News from the Mapleton Township area in 1926, 1951
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Social
This pandemic has taught me a lot about myself, like how much I miss people – but also, how much I like being alone. Turns out I’m a blast to hang out with. Just ask me.
Final list of names for Wellington County Hall of Fame
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Right
It needed to be said, so I said it. I texted the Carpenter early Monday morning with these three important words: You were right.
All governments bungled aid efforts for bush fire victims
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Politics and prayer
It would be surprising if it weren’t so. Politics and electioneering in our fair land have become…
Gravy
This summer I have only visited four chip trucks. Four. That shows outstanding self-control. There are few things in life I love more than french fries from a chip truck, except long car ride adventures to find them.
OPEN MIND: Return anxiety
The world is slowly and cautiously coming out of the shadows caused by the social lockdowns of COVID-19.
Bush fires devastated northeast Wellington in 1874
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Dialect
Apparently I’m late to the gate on relationship terminology, but I recently heard someone refer to their “love language” as the reason they had to end a budding romantic partnership. Seems they didn’t speak the same love language. It’s a thing. Huh.