April, according to T.S. Eliot, is the cruellest month.

Thomas Merton said that trees give glory to God just by being trees. I imagine the same holds true for birds.

I received the call about the COVID-19 outbreak at my father������Ƶapp long-term care home during dinner.  A staff member had tested positive.

Who knows how long this will last? Certainly not I. Although there are times I think I know as much about this never-before-seen virus as those white-coated “experts” who hold forth incessantly before the camera������Ƶapp ravening eye. 

When will things go back to the way they used to be? Catholics should hope never. 

I can’t find time for that.

COVID-19 has laid bare many of the popular excuses we use to appease ourselves for skipping the things we know we ought to be doing.

A Saturday afternoon walk seemed a healthy idea during the social distancing edicts foisted on citizens everywhere to fend off COVID-19 risks.

As I was driving to work this week, I saw a sign outside a neighbourhood church. It read: “Prayer is the original wireless form of communication.”

The federal government has introduced new legislation expanding the eligibility criteria for euthanasia. The inaccurate term, medical assistance in dying (MAiD), is currently used to describe what this law would allow, but the process is more accurately called euthanasia or assisted suicide.

Families lived frugally in the rural Nova Scotia community I called home until early adulthood.