Opinion

Happy New Year! I have a friend whose biggest pet peeve is folks saying to him, “I haven’t seen you since last year!” moments after the clock ticks from one year to the next.

Now that Christmas has come and gone you may be left with some gifts that just aren’t your style.

Generally speaking, I try to stay away from entering into political debate. My momma always taught me politics and religion are off limits for polite conversation.

In 1922, a velveteen rabbit, perched in a child’s nursery, pondered what it meant to be real. An old and worn skin-horse replied that being real is not about how you are made, but rather how you are loved.

I get “peopled-out” a lot. For an introvert, socializing can be stressful – and during the holidays, the pressure to be happily surrounded by friends and family can make it even worse.

Dec. 7 was a sad day for Canadian music. Neil Peart, one of the most iconic musicians from north of the 49th parallel, announced his retirement.

Sitting at the breakfast table all those years ago listening to his daddy, Justin Trudeau would doubtless have been warned about those nasty, argumentative far-off Albertans.

Near the end of U.S. President Jimmy Carter’s bungling administration, his press secretary Jody Powell read the latest polls, ground his teeth and said, “Fire the people.

This Friday, one of the most anticipated movies – ever? – releases in theatres.

Every year since I was born, I’ve received a Christmas ornament as a gift. Thirty-something Christmases later, I’ve amassed quite a collection of decorations – and to be perfectly honest, I absolutely hate decorating for the holidays.