Profile of Susan Flanagan

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  • Geocaching and the thunder pot

    Until last week, I was gazunderless. But now, thanks to geocaching, I am the proud, if temporary, owner of a thunder pot that once adorned the ...

  • Tales from the trail

    Our eldest son was still seven the first time he hiked to The Spout. It was early August and the whales were thick as black flies. The humpbacks ...

  • The Grebe’s Nest

    One evening I went to put Surprise Baby to bed and after four stories, a couple of prayers and a few cuddles, I came back out to the kitchen to ...

  • Happy in Hant’s Harbour

    My husband has been in Newfoundland almost two decades, but he still uses decidedly un-Newfoundland expressions like “I cottoned on.” He still ...

  • Flat Stanley gets around

    Stanley Lambchop arrived in the mail this week. Neatly folded into his No. 10 standard white envelope. Arms across his chest ready for action. We ...

  • Hot on the trail of a summer job

    Last June I did what I swore I’d never do — I became a helicopter parent. My eldest was ...

  • Prom perplexities

    I am not a frequenter of flower shops. I received enough flowers for a lifetime during my two-year stay in Japan. Nonetheless, I found myself ...

  • Terry Fox lives on …

    On a recent Thursday morning, as drivers made their way to work in pounding rain, three runners jogged along Topsail Road holding a banner. ...

  • How to be a happy wanderer

    Hockey is almost over, and that means hiking season is upon us once again.So far this year, we have tackled La Manche Village Path down Hungry ...

  • Lessons from Titanic

    This week two of my texting teenagers switched from regular cellphones to iPhones. They can now look up hockey highlights, check the weather in ...