If you're going to travel across Western Canada, you'd be remiss to not take the scenic route. And there's nothing more scenic than a train. All aboard!
I assume that there is a good deal of competition between the Canadian cities of Montréal and Québec as to which offers the most pleasures for...
So you woke up this morning and glanced down at your newsfeed. A dozen posts come up instantly, reminding you to set New Year's resolutions.
It's the middle of the holiday season and despite the promises of comfort and joy many Canadians will be dealing with a plethora of less than cheery emotions. There is a route to help keep the stressors at bay that doesn't involve very much effort; all one has to do is eat or drink fermented foods.
I can feel the shift happening in our family, the shift from it being all about us being together and caring about one another, to Christmas being about caring for others as well. I think this most accurately reflects the true spirit of Christmas, whether we are Christian or not.
It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years or so. It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas -- oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it -- overspending...Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.
When was the exact moment that Christmas became synonymous with buying stuff I do not know, but it seems that we've reached a point of gifting no-return. The idea of simply spending Christmas with your family without the obligatory spending and consumption is not even a possibility. If you're an average person living in a Western nation you can be pretty confident that your intended gift-receiver already has everything he or she needs and most likely lives a year where their other superfluous wants are often met.
I've heard it said that "it's better to give than receive," and I've always joked that that couldn't possibly be true. Yes, I give. I give generously, but I have never experienced such an incredible joy from making someone feel special for a few hours.
Shopping doesn't end on December 25, nor do the deals. Most of us are planning to shop on Boxing Day. How do we navigate through the chaos of the best shopping day of the year, while still getting great savings? Consider these five tips for conquering the best deals this Boxing Day.
There is so much hype about the holidays. Unfortunately, our romantic notions are too often dashed and replaced with resentment, exhaustion and financial stress. But it doesn't have to be that way. With a bit of compromise, perspective and goodwill, you can survive and even thrive as a dynamic duo.
Some are geographically distant from those they hold dear and raise a solitary glass to absent friends. Others have lost loved ones to the grave. But for many of us, "no contact" is a choice we consciously made. Loneliness is simply less painful than the agony of spending time with our toxic families.
Before you aim your nosedive directly into the eggnog bowl, or begin firing Ferrero Rocher's into your mouth, keeping a few helpful tips in mind will allow you to remain festive and enjoy the holiday 'cheer' without completely sabotaging your health.
It's the most wonderful time of the year... for everybody else. At least that's how it can seem if this season you are dealing with less-than-perfect ...
All year long I tell my son that lying is bad. Not just bad but the worst. And then every December my wife and I lie to him all month long. We do it for him, to preserve his fleeting belief in magic for as long as we can.
Prior to the 1970s, house parties were an essential element of the homosexual social scene. Photographs of these private affairs are rare. The few that are available in archival collections memorialize a history of forced seclusion. One of the most tantalizing photographs I've come across in my research of Canadian LGBT history is of a trio of men attending a Christmas party in 1956. Standing in front of a decorated tree, a young man with a then-stylish pompadour delights in opening his gift while another man, who has his arm around him and another gentleman, looks on.
If you're an avid baker like me and doing a LOT of swirling and mixing this time of year, I understand that it can be stressful. Supermarkets can run out of the necessities you need. But, I assure you that my gingerbread cake is easy to make and assemble. It's also stupendously forgiving.