Columns

Sometimes when I’m out and about and encounter a parent/parents with a newborn baby I “ooh” and “aah” about the beautiful child – what newborn isn’t the cutest baby in Canada? – then I ask if its their first one and how it’s going, and whether they are getting any sleep, etc.

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

I am so glad you weren’t here to see this. I’m glad nobody saw it. 

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…

When I won an award for programming, somehow I felt more disappointed than proud. I felt as though I didn’t deserve it. 

I didn’t attend the Taylor Swift concert in Toronto. It wasn’t in the budget.

Love of money

The Carpenter and I are about to be townies again. We’re packing up our life on the farm, we’ve re-homed all our feathered friends (honestly the hardest part of all), and we’re moving back to the town where we first landed in Wellington County 23 years ago.

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…

A ‘God moment’

It could have been any day of the week, but the fact it was a Sunday morning felt like poetic…

I owe you an end to my story of how I met my Carpenter. I’m grateful to those of you that have read along these past two weeks. The feedback has been fun. So let me close this chapter for you.

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