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

Failure is a charged word that every person has experience with. 

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

On the ninth day of the seventh month of a year where Simon and Garfunkel topped the charts singing about bridges over troubled water, I entered the world with a smile on my face and a wink at the doctor (because I was boy crazy right out of the gate).

A recent trend caught my attention in a way that made me laugh, yet also made me uncomfortable.

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

One of the ways we have learned to cope with things that are tough is through denial.  

In the barn, where our farm glamping guests gather for morning coffee, we have a metal cutout of the silhouette of Gord Downie, the late frontman for Canada’s rock band, The Tragically Hip. I bought it from an artist in Harriston.

One of the consequences of the widespread popularity of motor cars and improved roads in the 1920s was the appearance of a new type of criminal: the thief who used a getaway car.

I never thought I’d describe my spouse, the Carpenter, as a Disney Princess, but if the tiara fits ... 

117 years ago – May 1907 ended with rain, followed by a warm dry spell in the first days of June. 

I never thought I’d have anything in common with Taylor Swift, but here I am relating to a headline about a photo of her in a bodysuit and the harm caused when people engage in body shaming.

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

I could hear my husband loud and clear telling everyone he met at the Fergus Lions Home and Leisure Show last week that my stories about him are all lies. But nobody believed him. How could they? Every word I write is true.

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