Opinion

Give it to me straight, doc. That's the stereotypical response from the individual who has been given some bad health news but the doctor is providing a complex, technical assessment using medical terminology.

On the seventh day, God rested. But for four years I didn't! Eventually my body said no more. I was laid out on the couch for two full weeks, wiped out, stressed and exhausted.

We were latch-key kids before the term was a thing, and we were fairly independent, but not necessarily obedient. And truth be told, I don't recall ever locking the door. There was nothing of value to steal from us.

Pssst. Hey, buddy, got the time? A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... Who knows what the future will bring? Well, it's about time. We use time references everyday of our lives. We can't avoid it. It is the great leveller.

So I am watching the CBC regarding this fiasco regarding our Minister of Defense and his exaggerated role he played regarding our participation in the conflict in Afghanistan for which he has apologized.

I can't help but respond to the article "Man had coma after given wrong meds." First of all, I think the correct term may have been singular "med.

It's that time of year again. We are being invaded, but in a very good way. You often see them at many of our friendly coffee establishments and restaurants. They come in all shapes and sizes.

What a great country and province this is.

In the hopes that we avoid a town-wide singalong to David Bowie's classic Changes, I wanted to spend some time talking about the various changes that an aging person can go through. I recently turned 35 and have reached this milestone quietly.

Humourist Paul Lowney said "Laughter has no foreign accent." I recall being with some Polish friends, listening to them cajole in their own language. Though I didn't understand what they were saying, I found myself smiling along.