Say When

There was a time when salt and pepper were standard items on tables in homes and restaurants everywhere. “Pass the salt”, “Pass the pepper” – those were things we said as kids around the family dinner table, along with “stop kicking me” and “why is this chicken...

Self-service Run Amok

When I was in grade 10, I had a part-time job. Every Saturday, I bagged groceries at a local store using those great brown paper bags that the store provided. Then I’d wheel or carry them out to the customer’s car. This was a job; I was actually paid for this. I had...

Into the Woods at Night

Old Candles and Matches It’s reasonably mild when we start out shortly after six p.m., having been lured here by encouragement and a few vague threats. The trek to the campfire site on snowshoes is about 15 minutes. It gets dark before we arrive. My first surprise is...

Why I don’t buy local

I Don’t Buy Local And neither do you. Don’t think so? It’s true. Don’t take offence. I’m not condemning you for your purchasing practices. I’m condemning the marketing world. What? Stay with me here. My grade 4 teacher, Mrs. Kent, taught us English. Here’s a short...

The New Normal of Pandemica

I had to line up to get into the grocery store this morning. They were only letting people in two at a time, like Noah’s ark. They let a woman and me in at the same time. She was of childbearing age. I wondered what might be expected of us when we got inside and got a...