Most Saturday mornings, we head over to Mom’s for a visit, with a purpose. This is the time when Martha, my wife, gives my mother, Sheila Gushue, a manicure complete with polish. It’s relaxed, it’s… Read More
We had some friends over for dinner last night, and it was lovely: six of us in all, dozens of stories, too many laughs to count. Jessica and Brock were back in St. John’s for… Read More
Two years ago today was the last day of my dad’s life. Bill Gushue died in his home on July 30, 2024. It was not a shock: he was 95, and he had spent his… Read More
You’re not supposed to have a special auntie, but we all do, I think. I was fortunate to grow up with plenty of aunts and uncles, and wonderful family connections, but Trish Cogswell was the… Read More
My mobile phone rang, and my mom’s name was on the screen. It was almost a couple of hours after she went to bed, so I quickly prepared myself for whatever prompted her to call. … Read More
What kind of person was David Feder? I learned a story this morning, when I was watching the recording of his funeral, which was held Tuesday in St. John’s. When he was recovering from one… Read More
Here’s a story about a gift that left me speechless. Well, for a good few moments. Years ago, I had a wonderful scarf — until I no longer did. It was long, warm, striped and… Read More
Language can get in the way when you travel to another country, and that apparently can involve some Americans who would prefer to speak English their own way, thank you very much. We were at… Read More
I can tell my mom’s mood from 20 paces. I often see her in the corridor, leaning on her walker, and she turns as she hears me call her name. Her face might break your… Read More
This is Adam Walsh. He hosts (and produces) The Signal on CBC Radio in Newfoundland and Labrador, and I’m going to be his guest on Friday for a trivia show. My job: to make him… Read More
It’s been (counts fingers) six weeks, less a day, since I launched this website, and revived Dot Dot Dot, the blog I ran into the ground with intermittent activity for a decade and a half…. Read More
It’s a snowy Friday, and I wish you could smell my kitchen. I have two pots on the stove, filled with chicken bones and water. By the end of it, we’ll have stock and plenty… Read More