Opinion

By pure happenstance a post came across my social media feed last week regarding mechanical bees.

It seems the assault on Christmas never ends. Just saying the word can send some non-religious politically correct weaklings into a safe space.

“A woman is born. A lifetime later, she dies. And between those two moments, that woman shops.” Not this woman, though. At least not in stores, though I can easily fill an online cart at Amazon.ca.

There is a store in town that sells the most delicious poppyseed roll, absolutely scrumptious at any time of year, but especially dear to my heart at Christmas.

In my world it’s hard to imagine a board game that would interest more than a finger-flicking hockey game.

Fifty years in a law profession she loves, twenty-four of which were spent as judge, Nancy Morrison has stories to tell. Entertaining, at times warm and witty, this is also a memoir that reminds us of dark days.

With the holiday season approaching, you may be looking for the perfect gift for your family. Preserving memories for future generations is a priceless, personal, one-of-a-kind gift.

Yes, the Humboldt bus crash involved was an out-of-province trucking company with a new-to-Canada driver at the wheel.

It seems that the Christmas season has a way of bringing out the softer, sheltered, bubble-wrapped types who apparently have the time to get offended at the most trivial of things.