Someone defined summer camp as follows: when you spend a small fortune to live like a homeless person. But for kids who attend various camps throughout the region, summer camp means…

Yesterday, I tried to re-post this column on social media for friends to read. But, FB is no longer posting from “news sites.” In fact, it's rebranding itself as a portal to the so-called “metaverse” and renaming itself Meta.

The pharmacist asked, “You've got Vitamin B-12 and B-6; have you taken these vitamins previously?” The customer replied, “You mean like b-4?”

Someone once said, “It’s funny how things work out, isn’t it? I mean, it’s like dominoes - you touch one, and then the others start to go, and sometimes they fall in the right direction.”

It’s a busy summer of celebration in our little village. It’s a summer of staying in the winkle zone, as I like to call it, when weddings, births, baby and bridal showers, and reunions…

Grief comes anytime we have to let go of something which will bring on a form of grief. If you think about it, life is always changing and therefore we are always letting some form of our lives go.

I read someone’s account of offering help to a stranger. While at a gas station, a man overheard a young woman tell two men to leave her alone.

Every year around this time, I teach writing to teens. Initially, we met in person, in a room at the Swift Current library, but now we meet online.

It takes more than just wind to make giant land pixies work. Granted, it will create jobs that have a revolving door as climbing 2-3 of these a day on a shift is hard on the body…

Someone speculated the tenth movie in the Fast and Furious franchise might be called “Fas-ten (Fast 10) your seatbelts”.

When we lose our special someone we start out in just plain disbelief and absolute shock. It is hard to describe the pain and yet anyone who has lost someone special knows it.

I read somewhere that a politician is a person who will lay down your life for their country. It’s meant to be funny, but it may be why Franco Terrazzano…

You may recognize this poem by Emily Dickinson. I have long been tickled by it. And yet, the more I think about it, the more I realize that revery arises because of bees and prairies and clover.

Yesterday was the first day of summer. To celebrate, I ventured up Eagle Butte to gawk at the blooming cacti.

Here’s a superhero riddle for you. Q: What would you get if Batman and Robin were smashed by a steamroller? A: Flat man and Ribbon.

I get up from my armchair and begin pulling my muses from the shelf. I know when I open the books, despite having been written years and years ago, their words are timeless.

Were you raised in the era when you had three TV channels, played in the dirt, ate bologna sandwiches, rode in the back of a pickup truck, drank from a hose, and said, sir and ma’am?

The caveman said, “I bet I could use this stick to hit that rock into that hole.” That may have been the first primitive use of a driver, but how can ordinary Canadians “drive home some basic ideas”?

Last night, on my walk along the Frenchman River, I encountered the two deer carcasses that have been disintegrating there since April.

There is an old saying that says, “Every time you point a finger at someone else, just remember there are three fingers pointing back at you.”