Farm life

By Steve Galea Like a lot of people, Jenn and I recently agreed to make an effort to lead a more simple life and to get back to the land in 2024. Her exact words…

A slice of my life

By Steve Galea In my short career as an old man, I have pretty well mastered the standard repertoire of old man skills. I can drive for miles with my right hand turn signal on.…

Restaurante Gazcilda

By Lynda Shadbolt We all love times when we feel looked after. That we matter and belong. When we are welcomed with open arms. I often contemplate how I can go into my day with…

A farewell to Haliburton County

By Chris Stephenson At the recent September library Board meeting, I announced my resignation from Haliburton County Public Library (HCPL.) This was a tough day for me, and I had spent the weekend before calling…

Thoughts on Thanksgiving

By Steve Galea I think most people know that Thanksgiving isn’t for everyone. It is very unlikely that turkeys, for instance, are big fans of the holiday. In truth, I have never put a lot of…

Colour the world

By Sharon Lynch The world had turned grey. Monika and Jim were in the city for Jim’s medical appointment and Monika, good friend and neighbour that she was, had offered to drive him to the…

Henry

By Lynda Shadbolt Jim and I were in Orillia on the weekend for his brother’s wedding. It was such a happy occasion. Rob has had a lot of tragedy in his life, and we were…

Oh yes, we have no bananas

By Steve Galea I’m not entirely certain we have entered the end times yet, but I do know almost all the signs are there. For instance, I went to the grocery store the other day…

The paper bag gift

By Lynda Shadbolt Jim and I have been married for 33 years, and for 33 years we’ve been visiting our local LCBO. We do love a delicious glass of wine with our friends on a…

Finding my way

By Steve Galea I am reading a book that describes the way Indigenous people all over the world navigated without the assistance of map, compass, and their wives. And frankly, it has been a real…

Best friends

By Sharon Lynch All that was missing was an elbow hanging out the open window. It was a warm fall day, and the truck was parked in the grocery store’s lot, windows down. A pleasant…

Man’s inhumanity to man

By Steve Galea A lot has been written about man’s inhumanity to man, but frankly I think all those writers and philosophers have missed out on the one cruelty that makes all others pale in comparison.…

Pink-coloured glasses

By Vivian Collings Last Tuesday, after work, I threw on a bright pink sweater and made my way to Highlands Cinemas with a friend. To see Oppenheimer, of course. When we got there, we were…

Water shoes

By Steve Galea Last week, I went on a magazine assignment that required me to fly fish for a day on the Ottawa River from a drift boat – yes, I live a tough life. …

Wise society

By Lynda Shadbolt I have always believed that change comes from the bottom up. That every single person that shares this planet has a responsibility to take care of it. To make choices that benefit all…

Boater up

By Steve Galea This week, I put money down on a new boat and trailer, which I’m told should arrive before the end of summer. I’m excited, but the problem with buying a new boat…

Our human attention span is what?

By Jerelyn Craden As it so happens, ol’ Maybelle was talking to Renda Ploops, a great gal, full of vim and vinegar, with a mind that flits around the earth and back in the course…

My blind spot

By Steve Galea This weekend Jenn and I were having a conversation about how the mind works (I think she was, once again, trying to figure out how mine does). Somewhere in the conversation, she…

The nose knows

By Sharon Lynch Lucy had just picked up the soap with her wet hands when it hit her. That smell. She was using Sunlight bar soap to clean some brushes in the basement. Suddenly she…

I love my scrub

By Steve Galea I have had the Apple Music app on my cell phone for a while, but I have never paid any attention to it. This is because I naturally assumed that it only…

Short legs and all

By Steve Galea I try to shop locally, believe me I do. But there comes a point when I have no choice but to shop online. Buying pants immediately comes to mind. You see, when…