Boathouses aren't meant to last on Ontario lakes but our grand old dame of a boathouse on Lake of Bays served us well, until this spring....

Beth Parker writes on the how we live in a "word landmine" where some errors and mis steps are accepted and others make headlines. ...

I resolved for 2019 not to make resolutions. Instead of adding new “shoulds”, I decided to accept my foibles and...

No, I haven’t got the quotation wrong. Like many sayings, the phrase “Stick to your knitting” has actually morphed from its original intent, “Attend to...

Remember when the big reveal following the birth of a baby was the question, “Boy or girl?”
The answer’s not the mystery it used to...

It was a rare opportunity: a good friend donated her lovely farmhouse in Nova Scotia to selected artists so they could paint. I was asked...

For 10 months of the year, I’m “urban Beth”. I hang out on Queen Street East, enjoy downtown shows and theatre, and when bored with...

In a fit of nostalgia, I re-watched Mary Poppins the other evening. As a child, I loved the story (both the book and the movie)...

I grew up with Easter being a “big deal”. At least half the day involved being inside a church with serious music, white lilies, and...

After two weeks in an Olympic-induced comma, I couldn’t stop thinking about those who almost made it— the bobsled team that fell behind by two...