Each December I choose a word-of-the-new-year that resonates with me; a word I think will have significance for me in the year ahead....

Part 3 in a series about "My Newfoundland". We were happy enough camping in Catamaran Park but Dad had a vision. He was determined to...

Part 2 in a series of posts called My Newfoundland. In my first post did I mention that many of my stories are decades old? Every so...

August in Newfoundland - a tradition I didn’t mean to break. In the forty-two years since I’ve lived in the U.S., Vince and I have made...