A poem about the real cost of pursuing riches above all else.

Hint: Being “good” is exhausting, and has nothing to do with “doing unto others”

A couple of weeks ago, I posted about the little things I’m thankful for. Today, it's gratitude for the big stuff.

Here’s my list of 10 little things that fight through the fog and give me joy.

I sent off the first written letter the other day, and it was interesting how I couldn’t get my mind wrapped around the non-immediacy of it, relative to sending an e-mail.

On this, the weekend before Canada Day, I could list a hundred reasons why I love living in this country. I could also list about a hundred problems, but it wouldn’t lessen my joy in living here.

On June 19-20, 1959, the remnants of a hurricane hit the fishing boats working the mouth of the Miramichi River and into the Northumberland Strait and beyond. This became known as the Escuminac Disaster.

I often see news articles discussing how American towns and states, particularly those along the border, are making extra pitches to tell Canadians how welcome they are. This is all well and good, BUT…

What does it mean to be "working towards the Führer?" And where does Trump fit in all this?

Trump and his Administration are shocked – shocked, I tell you! – that Putin hasn’t bought into their fairy tale of “peace” yet.