Our former family cottage at Honey Harbour, Ontario is now a pile of rubble, the only identifiable remains being the masonry from the fireplace and chimney...

Travel in distance? No thanks, not for me. Give me time travel—to the railway steam era—instead...

The slumbering occupants of the red boathouse were of cedar strip construction, from another era...

A month ago, in the immediate aftermath of my father's death and funeral, I told my wife and two sons that I needed to get away...

Looking through Dad's house last week, I found a few magnifying lenses in his dresser drawer...