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Saturday, September 25, 2021

COLUMN SIX | The Beast

It was a trip like any other, until... Rank amateurs, our broken-down boots, worn high-water pants, sagging plaid shirts, jackets with assorted buttons and old...

COLUMN SIX | Mama Bear

I don’t camp well. I don’t think I would even glamp well. Which is why it is so surprising that I accept our friend...

COLUMN SIX | Memories of Pelham

A “city kid's” recollections BY DEBBIE (SMEED) MACLEOD Special to the Voice I was born in October 1954, in the bustling little city of St. Catharines. When...

COLUMN SIX | Fitzy

Tall, dark, and handsome; dashing, sophisticated, looking like Desi Arnaz, he was in the orientation line of professors at a small college in Palos...

COLUMN SIX | Walk 33,000 steps in my shoes

Nothing says I love you like your sweetie giving you a fitness tracker as a Valentine’s Day present. I prefer to think in those...

COLUMN SIX | The Throwaway

A dark and dusky beauty, discouraged, beaten, chin down, eyes averted—a 15-year-old whom, for this story, we’ll call Julie. I wanted to reach deep...

COLUMN SIX | Vaccine vexation

I read somewhere that positive thinking and laughter will keep you in touch with your inner self and strengthen your immune system. If that...

COLUMN SIX | On the road and lost in translation

Adventures in language, one European campground at a time For more than 30 years, my wife, Valerie, and I have owned camper vans that we...

COLUMN SIX | The holes of Cochrane

Not everything is what it appears to be The snowy owl, sensationally magnificent, swooped silently past the picture window. The wonder of it made me...

COLUMN SIX | You’re only a girl

Oh, how I hated those words! They sounded so mean, though in those early years I did not know what “demeaning” meant. It was...