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  • Kids and squids

    I have no idea why, but he urges at the sight of a soft-boiled egg. A drip of yogurt on the table sends him running to the bathroom. And he ...

  • Lourdes only knows

    The sword looked brand new, as if it had blown straight out of the dollar store and landed near Carpasian Road. I let Surprise Child keep it. ...

  • ‘Pray for the Soul of a Blue Puttee Boy’

    His parents, Johanna and Capt. Patrick Howard, the latter a master mariner and captain of the vessel HM Customs, lived in a row house on Colonial ...

  • Following d’Iberville’s trails

    If, however, you were an Englishman living on the Avalon Peninsula in November 1696, d’Iberville was a name that would strike terror right ...

  • The secret life of Larry’s webcam

    I came to this realization by chance. It was a day like any other in the bay. Relaxing, rejuvenating and telephone free. The sense of inner peace ...

  • Time for the beautiful game

    And anyone with a stick can play. We sometimes have three-foot-nothing toddlers squaring off against six-foot-five teenagers.On the odd occasion ...

  • Living in a painting

    On this trip, inspiration to be a better parent came unexpectedly in the form of Dutch painter Vincent Van Gogh, whose story taught me to support ...

  • No one here gets out alive

    My favourite spot in Paris is Père Lachaise cemetery, a calming quiet place far from the hustle and bustle of the big city. It is a massive oasis ...

  • Fine wines and sore behinds

    That (and a seat sale) is how my husband and I found ourselves on a flight from Montreal to Paris six days before Easter.From Charles de Gaulle ...

  • The buried ‘treasures’ of spring

    The previous December, an early snow had come fast and furious, quickly covering up decorations. The snow stayed on the ground that year and it ...