Satanic raisins and a lament for a fading summer
Is anyone else having trouble believing that we are already in late August? I mean seriously, where did the summer go?
The latest Opinion Columns stories from Lindsay and the City of Kawartha Lakes.
Is anyone else having trouble believing that we are already in late August? I mean seriously, where did the summer go?
During the pandemic a neighbour who found himself working from home walked off 80 pounds. We’d see him lapping the block multiple times a day. He’s still walking, sometimes with his son.
Despite all the discussion about how divided we are as a nation now, there has always been one key reason for that division — and we have yet to meaningfully address it.
“Maybe I wasn’t good enough to be loved. He told me if I did it once, I would never have to do it again,” says a woman who survived being trafficked for sex here in Kawartha Lakes.
Less than five months ago, Canada’s governing Liberal Party and the New Democratic Party announced an agreement for the remainder of the 44th Parliament.
When one scans the list of declared municipal and school board candidates planning to run in the October 2022 elections, it becomes obvious that some incumbents who were expected to announce early in the process are taking their time before entering the public fray for another round.
Cleaning out my parents’ house a couple of years ago, I found my child-sized wooden kitchen cupboard.
Whether you’re here for the summer or live here full time, there are some unofficial rules of the road to make note of in Kawartha Lakes. Consider this a survival guide to blend in better.
If someone had told me three years ago that soon a Canadian flag would make me feel uncomfortable or even angry, I wouldn’t have believed them. But here we are.
Medical assistance in dying (MAID) is widely accepted as a humane, safe way for terminally ill or suffering patients to end their lives with the help of medical professionals. But that can only be true if someone has a livable income.
It seems like a lifetime ago, but sometime around August 2017 I cold-called the publisher of a new local news site I had come across.
Crunch time. For students, that can mean exams. For teachers, report card deadlines. For accountants, tax season. For all of us, collectively, the stress test of meeting our climate targets.
With the election less than three weeks away, it appears that incumbent Progressive Conservative member of provincial parliament Laurie Scott is not going to participate in a single live debate.
Even before Jean Charest had made it official that he was entering the Conservative leadership race, Pierre Poilievre, the party’s most adroit malcontent, had already become unglued at the prospect of the former Progressive Conservative Party leader running to regain his old job.
Say you have a budget for the year and spend everything you have in seven months. Then, to get by, you rack up credit card debt.
My grandfather, may he rest in peace, was a bit of a practical joker and also a lifelong true blue Progressive Conservative.
The theme for International Women’s Day this year was Break The Bias. What a great opportunity, then, to highlight my mentor and friend, Dr. Avis Glaze.
No more heart-shaped boxes of chocolates? No more heartwarming hot cocoa?
My entire working life has been in unionized environments. As a result, I have a healthy pension plan, just about all my teeth, affordable hearing aids and free prescriptions.
When I open my Globe and Mail newspaper, I can easily find the business section. I can learn about the latest corporate acquisitions. I might find an analysis of how the economy is faring.
Oh my God. The last, and by last I mean the very very last thing I need in the entire freaking universe right now is another February.
After years of practicing medicine in Canada and the United States I left for China to work for 10 years there, and then another seven years in Thailand and Cambodia.
“Give me a boost!” As a young child, you may have made this request to an older sibling or parent at some point – maybe for help to reach something or gain a better view.
It was déjà vu all over again, to quote famous New York Yankee Yogi Berra.