In Every Issue

Christmas was once a simple season of carolling and school concerts, of neighbourly greetings and family visits, of tinkling bells and sleigh rides in gently falling snow, all blessedly free of commercial pressure. Well, maybe.

Indoor/Outdoor Learning at Local Schools; What Day Is It? Measuring from A to M; Brooke’s Scary Ride.

In this, the colourful season in the hills, we ask municipal councillors and candidates about their lives in politics. And we say a very fond farewell to Alison Hird who for the past ten years has supplied our calendar events.

Mulmur sculptor Hugh Russel’s work combines a keen knowledge of anatomy and movement, an emotional empathy with his subject, an often sly sense of humour, and a penchant above all for storytelling.

Our own highly selective “picks” of just some of the things that make life such a distinctive pleasure here in the hills.

Before there were boards and commissions and tribunals and official plans, and before there were consultants and mission statements and surveys and regulations and codes, the local municipal council handled almost everything. And fast.

For a number of years, I donned my corporate attire, got in my car in the dark, slipped a thermal carafe of coffee into the holder, and headed south to the city for work. I didn’t mind the commute, I told myself. In fact I enjoyed it. It was time to think. Time alone. Time to decompress. Then along came baby.

Ken Weber’s regular feature, including Six More Buttons Needed! Chuck’s Bus. Silas Renarm. What Am I? Primrose Reunion. And the Almost Perfect Armoured Car Heist.

I admit to a certain kneejerk cynicism but I also have faith that things can change for the better when a group of informed and engaged citizens puts their concerted minds and goodwill to the undertaking.

Hallie creates images of her childhood home in Mono, where “life was a mysterious, fascinating, unexpected thing.”

Our own highly selective “picks” of just some of the things that make life such a distinctive pleasure here in the hills.

My son learned more first-hand than I could have imagined about plants and animals. His garden creation was inspected daily and watered with care. “It’s magic!” he exclaimed.