COMMENTARY

I have read your article about the “Friendship Trail” in St. Adolphe and I really wanted to see it for myself. I have lived in St. Adolphe my whole life, more specifically near the dike which...

My dad, Arthur Wilson, was born on December 16, 1938 in Sarnia, Ontario. Dad grew up in wartime and poverty. His dad had signed up for the war in 1939, the day after England declared war on Germany,...

As our healthcare and political leaders cast doubts on the chances of people holding holiday gatherings this year, public morale appears to be wearing thin. Symptoms of our collective exhaustion...

There’s an old saying that warns, “The cure is worse than the disease.” The implication is that the solution for a problem causes more harm than good. This phrase made more sense back when...

Funny you ask me, Facebook… what is on my mind? Well, I am stressed. I’m just waiting for the bomb to hit—to hear that one of my kids or another member of my family has been...

As students return from what is arguably the longest spring break any of them have ever experienced, they are re-entering a world profoundly different from when they last left. While September is...

I am sitting here writing this letter at 10:00 p.m., utterly exhausted. However, despite how tired I am, I can’t help but feel grateful—grateful that my community has some pretty amazing...

All over Facebook, you’ll see these posts by well-meaning, health-conscious people: an inspirational photo, perhaps a river, or a forest, or a sunset—something peaceful. It catches your eye...