I look out my living room window at a field. Some days the field is full of cattle, and in the spring, calves skip and scurry back and forth like puppies.

Lady Astor said to Winston Churchill, “If you were my husband, I’d poison your tea.” To which he responded, “Madam, if you were my wife, I’d drink it!”

If you are reading this you likely have lost someone you love or you know someone who has lost someone they love. If you haven’t yet, you will. There is no doubt that in your lifetime you will experience some type of loss.

The Professional Golfers Association Tour, which has rolled along with nary a serious hitch for nearly 100 years, has hit a huge pothole or, more accurately, a gigantic crevasse.

More often than not, there is someone in our family who is dealing with Mental Health issues.

The religious historian Huston Smith prefers to think of luck as grace. Well then, my first summer in Val Marie I was graced with Heather Richardson as a neighbour.

We’ve all heard the old adage, “history repeats itself”, to which someone added their own comment ... “and every time it does, the price goes up.”

I’m coughing like a sailor and can’t do much but read. Foolishly I read my emails. One contains this message by theologian Ilia Delio: “We live in a volatile world where catastrophic events seem to happen spontaneously and ever more frequently.

Hey, baseball fans, get ready for the possibility of another Subway World Series. New York Yankees and New York Mets are flexing their baseball muscles in the first few months of the 2022 season…

Are you ready for this week’s joke? Here it is ... My neighbour has proudly informed me that he has made the world record books for having the most concussions ever recorded ... 147.

He’s already clearly in the lead for golf’s Comeback of the Year award. Now Tiger Woods is hunting even bigger game.

On Friday night the texts starts flying: Who’s bringing beer? I’m bringing tarts from mom’s recipe. Do you have any birthday cake candles? Yep.

An old man walked up to the counter of a pawn shop holding an old, weathered guitar. “I’d like your expert opinion on how much this guitar is worth,” he said.

Lately, I’ve been reading lots of theology, which is “the study of the science of religion,” that place where theo (gods and God) and logos (word) meet.

Sports fans know with certainty that Tom Brady can do amazing things with a football, especially throwing them for touchdowns while monstrous men are racing after him trying to crush every bone in his body.

Mrs. Jones said to her husband, “I got a text from my mom saying she’s not accepting our invitation to visit because she doesn’t feel welcome. What does she mean?

This morning I walked past a couple who are clearly not from here. So, of course, I said hello.

I heard someone say, the reason we “nod off to sleep” in a boring meeting is so it looks like we’re emphatically agreeing with everything.

Joan Janzen’s latest column on valuing privacy got me all riled up. I mean that in a good way; she inspired me up to take up the call to “value our privacy”…