Opinion

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…

During a particularly raucous weekend I recall a frantic call from editorial staff. It happens in this line of work.

I wish I looked better in a toque. 

Before this day and age, where every show imaginable is on demand, cartoons and kid shows were a Saturday morning routine for many. Oddly, shows from our youth still get airtime.

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?” 

According to Caledon OPP it wasn’t that late at night when a motorist pulled up in an Audi sedan to offer assistance to a driver who appeared to be having car troubles.

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…

As 2022 ended and 2023 began, the notion that the planet’s inhabitants need to get real began in earnest. 

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.