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On New Turf, a memoir by Michael Boyle is a book about family, Irish culture, Gaelic traditions and a life in which he found...

By The Bard of Duckworth A single malt Scotch would tally Finance A Port wine to medicate Health Vodka will grapple with Justice Perhaps a Dry Gin to...

Cabot Martin’s sudden passing, in September, has stirred his friends, colleagues, and others familiar with his work, to honor him and encourage continued work in applied research and public policy development.

As much as anything else, it is also a simple love song to a people and to their place. It is deficient in the language of inclusion, yes, sexist by the standards of today, too, but only those who misunderstanding the language of respect ascribe to it offense whether to aboriginal, to gender, or to religious belief.

He was an exceptional person. A gifted intellect for sure; irascible and argumentative, too. What endeared him to many was not just that he was analytical and insightful, but that he was honest and forthright. He was a public policy wonk; resource policy interested him most. He loved to travel and read; people, with something to say, were always important.

The Courts are not a place that we casually think about until, having suffered loss or mistreatment, we go in search of justice. Perhaps, it is the hope that we may never need to, but others might, that sustains our regard of this institution’s high standards and want to recognize those who have made it stronger.

Guest Post by Catherine PenneyImproving Literacy in Newfoundland and Labrador The Greene (PERT) Report includes a statement that “K-6 classroom teachers no longer graduate from Memorial with adequate...

Newfoundland and Labrador lost one of its finest last Sunday. John Tuach, geologist, consultant, promoter of Newfoundland’s mineral and mining sector, writer, poet, musician, and gardener,...