Opinion

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

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.

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.

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

It’s like old times at the office this Thanksgiving weekend, almost. An old clock ticks away and it feels like the wee hours of a deadline morning over 40 years ago.

In 1944 thousands of brave men of my grandfather’s generation stormed the beaches of Normandy in the name of freedom. Fast forward 77 years, and antivaxxers are storming food courts and protesting outside hospitals. It’s as if we are living in some sort of alternative timeline.

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.

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

For anyone watching the news, scrolling through social media feeds or reading a newspaper, chances are the phrase Truth and Reconciliation will sound familiar.

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.

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