The Trouble With Fishing

By Nathan Freake My dad loved to fish. I did not, though I never found it boring. I quite enjoyed the slow passage of time and the little snap of a line when a brook trout bit. The problem was that I was allergic to mosquito bites. And, boy, does that ever make for a…

Ties to Home – Buried Treasures

By Dianna Brown With the shift in seasons, I wholeheartedly welcome the longer evenings of fall; the cool chill in the air, and cosying up in a warm sweater or blanket to enjoy a hot cup of tea or a bowl of steaming beef stew. Living out west in the city, I miss the rich,…