You are ahead by a quarter of a century.

Year? Try, twenty-five years. What can a person learn about themselves in adult years? We think back to our formative years as the ones between puberty and adulthood. The years we “grew up.” But I think, I think it’s something more. There’s more to those years between 18 and now. Those are the formative years. In your twenties, you fuck up. In your thirties, you apologize. In your forties, you do better. Imagine what my fifties could bring?

The Weekend of Care-ing

Food insecurity is a consistent struggle for many families right here in Kingston, and Partners in Mission works tirelessly to help those who need it the most.

Back in the Summer of ‘1969’

Back in the Summer of ‘1969’1969 celebrates Opening Night at TKFringe It’s a stifling hot August evening. TKFringe has returned to the downtown core. A Crosley record player spins the Woodstock LP in the lobby of the Baby Grand Theatre, downtown Kingston, Ontario. A Kyla Todd original sits on an easel, boasting tonight’s production. And…

The Rosemount Drama Group takes us to Widows’ Paradise

But what we can’t foresee — and what keeps us enchanted, laughing, and mesmerized — are the hijinks, the physical comedy, the bantering between the characters (did he really drop his pants!), all brought to life by the extremely talented cast. 

Tea, Auction, Music, oh my .. oh Melos.

For those coming to know Melos, and for those who have yet to experience the majesty of their innate talent and ability, the Melos Choir & Period Instruments are a collective of singers and musicians who bring to life classical music from eras spanning centuries before us.

The 7 Days of Care-ing

Join me as we support the Kingston Food Bank – Partners in Mission! Since 2018, I have been collecting donations and monetary gifts to support the Food Bank. As a former recipient of Social Assistance, and community outreach programs such as the Food Bank, I know first-hand how difficult life can become. Right here in…

The Sunday Spectacular … of silence

… and I’ll look back on a night in January where I had so much to say that I said nothing at all because I was afraid I wouldn’t stop talking if someone uncorked me.