A Saturday afternoon walk seemed a healthy idea during the social distancing edicts foisted on citizens everywhere to fend off COVID-19 risks.

Families lived frugally in the rural Nova Scotia community I called home until early adulthood.

The old teapot is steeped in history, fortitude and faith. If it could talk, whistle or chatter, what a tale this 200-year-old china cauldron might tell.

The early days of 2020 have already relegated many best intentions and New Year’s resolutions to the try-again-next-year bin.

Prayer books, prayer groups, prayer meetings, prayer beads, prayer mats, common prayer, the Lord’s Prayer, a wing and a prayer.

To characterize our adult son as a film fanatic might fall short of the mark.

Sleeping late on a Sunday morning a few weeks back, I decided to substitute the 9 a.m. Mass at the church just down the road in our home parish for an 11:30 Mass in a nearby parish.

Canadians ought to reflect on the summer of 75 years ago with an equal measure of pride and sadness.

Fake news. The term is bandied about almost daily and has quickly grown tired and annoying.