Columns

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

Loneliness is something we struggle with at the best of times. Some of us are introverted and…

I cannot tell you how old my mother, Lynda, turned on her birthday last week. It’s not that I…

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

I love my job, but it should come as no surprise that I have several fantasy careers that have yet to come to fruition. Some for reasons that are self-explanatory; others we will blame on my spouse’s failure to support my dreams.

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

This weekend, I’m driving my son back to college in a city a few hours away, where the COVID-19…

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

So long, 2020. Buh-bye. Ciao. Hosta la vista, baby. But before you go, one last thing (I always like to get the last word): thank you, 2020, for lessons that I didn’t know I needed and the wake-up call that has forever changed my perspective on who and what matters.

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

The COVID-19 pandemic has changed how we live, work, and connect. What may have felt like a novelty nine months ago has now become isolating, boring and mundane.

It took two weeks to decorate our Christmas tree. Two weeks. The beautiful lush fir tree stood straight and firm in the corner of the living room in its sand pail, patiently waiting for its holiday dressing, but I couldn’t do it.

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

Santa, I am writing to you because I know this year I won’t be allowed to see you in person to…

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