Columns

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

I am by no means a survivalist, (I can barely survive learning we’re out of chips), but when there is a snowstorm in the forecast, my husband, the Carpenter, launches into emergency preparedness mode. 

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

I wish I looked better in a toque. 

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

As it has probably a thousand times in my marriage to the Carpenter, our morning began with this question; “Are you okay if I write about this?” 

Insomnia made me delusional. That explains it. Longing for sleep, I passed time contemplating cruel punishments to silence my snoring spouse. 

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

It struck me, while out walking my dog on the last morning of my Christmas holidays, that the next day, I would be heading back to work, and as such, I was going to need pants. 

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

If there is one thing that the year 2022 taught me, it’s that I have zero ability to predict my own future. None. 

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

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

For our seasonal article this year I sat down with Chaplain Ram Kalap, one of the spiritual care…

With all due respect, Santa, I’d like to request you take me off your “Nice” list this year.