Columns

This week my parents will celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary. Sixty years. Together. Through everything. For that, I’m grateful. 

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

At this time of year I expect the sun to be shining, with birds singing and positive feelings of hope and promise in the air.  

She came upon me in the household cleaning aisle at the grocery store where I was looking for the cleaning vinegar. 

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

I like the word “awe.” It’s a good word. I also like to experience awe.  The Cambridge Dictionary defines it as “a feeling of great respect sometimes mixed with fear or surprise.” Accurate.

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

It was his turn to make the tea, but to sweeten the deal, my beloved spouse, the Carpenter, delivered not only a hot cup of black tea, but two tiny white powdered sugar donuts. Is it wrong that my first thought was, “What has he done wrong?”

Substance use, overdose, poverty and homelessness impact communities across Canada, including rural Wellington County. 

When I was a child, if I was naughty (which only happened twice, I swear), my parents would send me to my room until they deemed my punishment sufficient and granted me permission to rejoin the rest of the family. 

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

When Mary and Martha’s brother Lazarus became sick, Mary and Martha expected Jesus to intervene in the situation.

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

Cardinal Aron Jean-Marie Lustiger of Paris, France told the story of a group of boys in Paris in 1939. 

The Easter Bunny lives with us. It turns out he lives in a den beneath the deck that was the former residence of the groundhog, also known as Winston the Whistle Pig, who had zero consideration for my morning meditations on the patio last summer. What a racket.