Today we gather to mourn your children, understand your struggles and defeats, your efforts to take back what was taken, and right inequities within our…
We are the summer people, washed ashore by early summer sun and taken out on fall’s first frost. We rent the cottages, campgrounds, and condos,…
I forgot the sound of waves lapping at the shore, the squeals of children running on the beach, and the squawking of the gulls. I…
I have to say that not until today and after more than 50 years, a few shed tears and lots and lots of joy, have…
This year, let us observe and commemorate, but also rail at hatred in all its forms. Let us join together against this rising tide of…
Love is the steel-strong bond forged in the fires of time, and tempered by the ebb and flow of connection and disconnection and reconnection, as…
The artist’s eye sees brush strokes spread across the branches of the tree, silky strands of water wind along the stream, and clouds that wave…
I’m not surprised by the recent rise in antisemitism, for our nation’s tale is no smooth sail since ancient bible times. Now it won’t abate…
On one of those pristine, picture perfect Spring days, where air is breathing clear, limbs are wearing light green sleeves, and clouds, see themselves in…
Victoria’s Birthday calls New Brunswickers to cottage, campground, and to trailer park, and wrapped in memories of sunny days and barbecues, it beckons us to…
Hidden among the forsythias and the freesias, the daffodils and the daisies, and the pansies and the peonies, are the paintings that draw you in,…
