This is my opportunity (depending on when you receive your copy of The Citizen) to join in the celebration of July 1, Canada Day, the day Canada officially became a country, 155 years ago.
Due to our new printing schedule here at The Citizen - deadlines are now on Tuesdays, in case you didn't know - some of our readers may not get their hands on this until after Canada Day, which might make the inspiration...
In an old episode of Seinfeld (though, I suppose they're all old these days), Jerry creates a bit about his Uncle Leo and how he blamed just about everything on anti-semitism. From an overcooked hamburger...
Every year (save 2020, but maybe we can all agree to just kind of forget that year when we're talking about annual events) the editorial department at The Citizen puts our heads together for the annual Blyth Festival Edition
The old saying goes that "one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter." This, of course, depends on which side of an issue you're on. But in the pages of The Citizen recently, it's clear that one man's bravery is another man's cowardice.
Well, now that our future settlers have arrived in Quebec City, what next? Some may have chosen to remain in Quebec but those heading westward could sail as far as Lachine, Quebec, where the rapids
Funnily enough, as I've been reflecting on aging in recent columns, fighting the unwinnable battle of getting older, it was really something last week that hit the hardest when it comes to how different things are now, versus when I was a child.
Christianity is an interesting religion these days because it covers all manners of belief systems and can be used to either admonish or be cleansed of all manner of sins.
As we approach Father's Day, I can't help thinking of all those fathers for whom this will be a day of mourning, not celebration on Sunday.
While many newspapers will endorse a candidate ahead of an election, The Citizen isn't one of those newspapers. Sure, we voice our opinions on pages four and five every week about those in power and those who aren't...
Last week, having visited a few more stops in my week than had become the norm during the early days of the COVID-19 pandemic, I finally felt like I was doing the job I loved again.
When taken beside other news about the state of democracy, the news that only 43 per cent of eligible Ontario voters cast a ballot in last week's provincial election is depressing.
It must have been so very, very hard to make the decision to leave homes and family to immigrate to "the new land". The reasons were varied and as the result of different degrees of hardship.
Over the long weekend, I met with a group of friends for the first time in a very long time. What happened was what happens when you get together with people around a table with nothing to do but talk and share a beverage...
For most of my youth (which I feel I can now officially say, as a 40-year-old), I played pretty competitive baseball as a member of a team whose members remained pretty consistent from season to season.
Watch any American television talk show and sooner, rather than later, you're bound to hear someone make the claim that the U.S. is "the greatest country in the world". Really?
Among the most terrifying words that parents could hear, in past decades, was that of "diphtheria". Known by various names, such as the strangling angel of children, diphtheria was a scourge that caused grief for many centuries.
Well, everyone -- I'm 40. Thanks for coming along for the ride with me. Those reflections on age were so successful that I've been compelled to stick with them.