I always wanted an Old English Sheepdog because Paul McCartney had one named Martha. It doesn’t get any cooler than being Paul McCartney’s dog, I surmised, except to have a dog just like it.
Columns
Reflections: Preparing for summer
“Consider then and realize how evil and bitter it is for you when you forsake the Lord your God…
Dad’s day
It was a complicated question that generated a simple answer, but in doing so, uncovered a simple truth, even if the answer was a lie. Let me give you some context.
High school, waterworks were big Erin projects in 1954
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
God: the active ingredient in my world
Submitted by Laurie Langdon Given the state of our world these days, what I am about to say may…
OPEN MIND: In praise of caregivers
A caregiver, sometimes called care partner, is a person who gives care or tends to the needs of another person.
Just my luck
In my family, the Kentucky Derby is a bigger deal than the World Series, the Stanley Cup or the Super Bowl.
Elora has tradition of being plagued with oversharp lawyers
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Devotions require devotion
“All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for…
One down
My first vaccination is complete. In ways I didn’t anticipate, the moment brought forward a full range of emotions and all of them centred on gratitude. Grateful to be alive. Grateful to be healthy. Grateful to have access to the vaccine. Grateful I didn’t pass out (not a big fan of needles, guys).
Oct. 27, 1890: a very bad day for boiler explosions
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Trespassers beware
Some couples text each other sexy photos or sweet words during the day, to keep that spark of romance alive. Yeah, good for them.
Peterson adultery case shocked Guelph residents in 1874
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…
Rats
It had been happening for days. I would let the dog and cats out into the backyard and they’d head straight for the bench located at the back of the garage. Noses down, they’d pace about. The dog would bark at nothing. The cats would jump on the bench, tails swinging back and forth like a metronome
Fish, clean rivers a concern in Wellington 165 years ago
The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…