Everyone remembers where they were. I was sitting at my desk in the newsroom at CBC in St. John’s. Reporters and producers were moving slowly toward televisions in various parts of the room, their eyes widened and glued to the screens. It went really quiet. We were all trying to process what we were seeing. Was this real? Had a plane just flown straight into one of the towers of the World Trade Centre in New York?
Read MoreFill Yer Boots
I suppose I was just old enough to hold a little cup on my own, the first time I went berry picking. My parents were avid pickers and they tromped in through the woods or over the bogs to gather whatever grew in the Newfoundland wild on the southern shore. We picked blackberries, raspberries, partridgeberries, blueberries and bakeapples.
Read MoreI Thought I'd Seen It All
It was one of those great holiday moments. I had just come off a moonlit cruise on a sleek sailboat in Key West, Florida. I was on a high from stimulating conversations with fun strangers on board, or maybe it was the champagne.
Read MoreHighway to Hell: Bonavista with the Teens Edition
Those Newfoundland and Labrador tourism ads make a road trip through our province look amazing. But if you’re a teenager in St. John’s, a driving holiday around the bay with your parents is a trip to Dullsville. So there was much eye rolling and grumbling at my house, when I announced we were taking an excursion to Bonavista.
Read MoreUnder a Malagash Sun
I’ve read studies about the effects of nature’s greenery on the brain. Sure, inhaling a little wacky backy can leave you feeling less stressed but c’mon now, I’m not talking about *that* kind of green. I’m referring to grass and leaves and wooded trails carpeted by lush ferns and moss. It seems that green spaces are calming and can significantly ease brain fatigue.
Read MoreGetting The Groove of Greenwich Village
In a parallel universe, I imagine myself to be a big city girl – living in a small apartment, travelling by foot and by subway, taking on the world in an all-black wardrobe.
Read MoreA Dublin Dungeon
What must it be like in Dublin these days? WestJet has been flying direct from St. John’s, Newfoundland, to the capital Irish city since June. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of Newfoundlanders and Labradorians roaming the streets.
Read MoreBurgoyne's Cove Berg
She’s gone now. Well, she was almost gone when I last saw her, so I’m pretty sure she’s gone now. She was the last, perfectly white iceberg near Burgoyne’s Cove, Newfoundland.
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Go Fish
I don’t know about you, but I had one of those weeks, a busy period when I could barely keep up with myself. I’m sure you’ve had them. You know, when you’re so distracted by your thoughts and the lists that you’re constantly making in your head, that you try and lock the front door of your house with the car key fob? Yes, one of those weeks.
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