Last night I showed my brother the documentary “Wild Prairie Man” about my friend James R. Page who has spent the last few decades photographing the wild prairie of Grasslands National Park.

Today we ventured into the garden. Time to clear the rest of the sweet carrots buried over winter. To space the strawberry plants and spread the chicken shit.

The taxi driver was telling his passenger, “What I like most about my job is the independence. I’m my own boss. No one tells me what to do; I make my own decisions.”

Imagine waking Thursday morning and not quite knowing what “morning” means, let alone Thursday. Imagine this happens on Friday, too.

A common joke goes like this: there is freedom of speech in China, but there is no freedom after speech. It’s meant to be humorous…

There are times in grief where you just feel lonely. There are many suggestions and advice out there for combating loneliness.

My brother is treating his stroke as a gift. Granted, he doesn’t always see it that way, but he is trying to mine it. His intention to use its lessons to enrich his life is admirable…

Someone once said, “History is the sum total of things that could have been avoided.” Those words could apply to a little-known piece of Canadian history from the mid-1960s.

I want to say that I like the Voice and the content showcasing our community and surrounding areas.

While the gales whip off the ocean, cross the Island where I’m stationed with my sisters, next to a hospital bed, the same grey clouds make their way to Val Marie, SK where snow steadily falls.

Saw this witty note the other day: “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth, and the rest was made in China.”

I saw a poster the other day that said, “Sorry I annoyed you with all my kindness.” The poster is humorous but true; people aren’t accustomed to receiving kindness.

I had just finished dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s on a story about my mother’s funeral when the phone rang. It was my sister in Medicine Hat. My brother had a stroke.

It’s a weird reason to move, but I migrated to southwest Saskatchewan from Winnipeg for the rattlesnakes. That’s the Coles Notes version…

A defense attorney told his client, “I have good news and bad news. The bad news is the blood test came back, and your DNA is an exact match with that found at the crime scene.

There’s a form of torture that involves steadily dripping drops of water on a prisoner’s forehead. The drip drip drip primes the prisoner to eventually snap.

The Canadian Taxpayers Federation is launching a legal challenge with the Office of the Information Commissioner to force the government to disclose who stayed in the $6,000-per-night luxury hotel…

Forty days and forty nights of fasting, alms and prayers. That’s Lent, in a nutshell. It starts with Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras…

I am often surprised by the emotions that come up for me in my grief and the strange ways in which my experience of loss spurs forth something that I need to heal.

I am writing to express how much I enjoy, and am challenged by, the articles written by Madonna Hamel in her Pop 89 column…