Columns

Insomnia is something I struggle with sporadically. Busy brain syndrome. The gift of those who are over-achieving, hyper-sensitive, over-thinkers. Me at 3am.

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

The agricultural history of Wellington County is a fascinating subject. 

“Much food is in the tillage of the poor: but there is that is destroyed for want of judgment.”…

March has come into season like a lamb, nice and easy, which, for all of us afflicted with superstitious sentiments, means it will surely go out like a lion (kind of like the drunk uncle forcibly removed from a family reunion). 

We often hear the complaint that Canadian history is dull.

I have a few tell-tale signs of a full moon rising that are based solely on my behaviour, thus, I’d like to apologize to my beloved Carpenter for the volatile week.

Is it time to have a conversation about your substance use? 

One of things businesses regularly do (have to do) is take inventory. 

While I concur that I may not see the full effect of my life with my natural eyes before I leave this Earth, there is a lot that I do see, here and in my world, and I see it because God’s kingdom rule is in full effect here, just as it is in Heaven. 

A while back I offered a brief survey of Bosworth, the long-vanished hamlet on Wellington Road 7, on the Peel/Maryborough border.

Four-eyes. Remember when that was the kind of insult that burned?

With Valentine’s Day upon us, I am reminded that I really don’t enjoy this romantic pseudo-holiday tradition, despite being very much in love with my spouse, the Carpenter.

Growing into a teenager, I’ve noticed our society’s fixation with romantic love. 

Long-disappeared Bosworth was once a place of importance.