Columns

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…

One of the best things to come of this mucked up merry season is that it has really brought forth the luxury of staying home for the holidays, of shopping local and being grateful for where I live.

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

Even the strongest marriages will be tested when it comes time to put up the Christmas tree. I know…

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

I cannot speak for my husband, the Carpenter, but I suspect there are times when being married to…

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