Bulldozers to the west of us, bulldozers to the east

Lately I find myself making a habit of going to The Star’s website a few times a day

A mug bug

I can sort of see what people are talking about when they mix up Brad and me

“It’s just so much noise . . . so much chatter for the most part,”

My mind does wander to the ponder

The big snow provided a chance to stay home, warm and cozy — and cruise Facebook.

The ducks, surf scoters, I believe, have carved out a niche that I find difficult to understand

“The curse of poverty has no justification in our age,”

Yes, everything was still for that short, special moment when the day dawned and snow had blanketed the earth