What if the promise of some future scientific breakthrough offered the possibility that you could be revived many years after your demise? Would you be willing to pay your money and take your chances?

Hedie Epp and I first connected over a column I wrote in October 2023 about my mother’s dementia. Now I find myself awash in sadness for the loss of this person I will never get to meet.

Although her mother can no longer remember names or play her beloved Scrabble, her generous nature remains undaunted

When my husband and I were catching a flight from Roatán, Honduras, to Toronto earlier this year, we shared a taxi to the airport with an acquaintance.

Here’s something we don’t talk about enough: the fear people have that if they complain about how their loved one in a nursing home is treated, the treatment will only get worse.

For eight years I oversaw a short-story competition in St. John’s that was sponsored by The Telegram, where I worked, and Creative, a local book publisher.

It’s Sunday and I arrive in the middle of hymn sing. Mom and her roommate are dozing on the couch in the lobby as the songs swell around them, the recorded music supplemented by a choir of earnest voi...

While Newfoundlanders have a sense of humour, we're not interested in derogatory jokes about 'Newfies'

New Year’s Eve has always felt like a day of reckoning — a time to reflect on what has passed in the current year — but also a time of hope and anticipation for potentially brighter days ahead.

My father believed that steadfast faith and the magic of Christmas could bring about transmogrification.

US alcohol, stored since it was pulled off the shelves amid Trump's tariff war, is being sold for a good cause in NS: to feed the hungry

Shopping local gives you a personal touch and great customer service, unlike online shopping, which just wants your cash

Sometimes, watching the news, I have to shake my head and remind myself that this is real life and not some dystopian series I’ve happened upon on Netflix.

I watched “Shirley Valentine” again the other day, anxious to reconnect with it after hearing of the death British actress Pauline Collins.

My mother has a friend she does not know. For privacy’s sake I’ll call her Peggy, but that is not her name.

We gain comfort from food, familiar walks, favourite books and from shows like Downton Abbey, which has come to a close, writes Pam Frampton

One day, I won’t need to keep up. I look forward to that. When I won’t need to know what is happening with tariffs and governments, when I won’t have to fill my morning cup with a daily dose of man’s....

Sheltering children from the classics isn't the answer, says Pam Frampton, who believes guidance from adults is the better response

It is apparent from my own unscientific research that many a childish dream was shattered after kids sent away for Sea-Monkeys.

Trump has to have his blunt fingers in every pie — judicial, administrative, international, social and cultural.

My husband came home from an antique store the other day with a great find: the very first issue of Life magazine to roll off the press.

I recently read a death notice for a man I did not know, but whose obituary caught my eye because he’d lived in the same retirement home as my mother. I was particularly surprised to learn that he had...

You can mark the time by when certain perennials are flowering in the garden.

The Air Passenger Protection Regulations aren't helping, writes Pam Frampton, as cancellations are met with conflicting excuses, not cash

I’m always surprised by the polarized responses that the sight of a panhandler can arouse in people.

Statue of Amelia Earhart was stolen from Harbour Grace, where she took off on her bid to be the first woman to fly solo across Atlantic

Story of sibling rivalry in harsh 19th-century Newfoundland wins Dublin Literary Award, worth €100,000

The constant barrage of alerts we receive every day on our cell phones can be harmful, so it may be time to cut back, says Pam Frampton

It’s been two decades since my siblings and I began to notice our mother was slightly off-kilter. She was having trouble following explanations, becoming more gullible about things she heard, and star...

Two little girls, from two very different worlds, encountered in an Italian piazza, and well wishes to both as they begin their journeys