Nudists, caterpillars and blisters, oh, my! It’s all in a day’s hike for this columnist When asked where my favourite place to hike around Ottawa is, I’ll usually lie and say Hogsback. Don’t get me wrong, I love Hogsback. There’s […]
Memoirs of a New Dad
They’ve got you, babe
Riley has the best teachers in his corner — and it brings back memories for his dad When I was in junior high, my teachers frequently told my parents how bright I was. My teachers were either very wrong […]
It’s the little things
It doesn’t take much to teach kids how to give back My son Riley was kneeling in a sea of shredded Christmas paper and discarded ribbons. In front of him, a small mountain of toys loomed. Nestled around him was […]
Conservation authority
Whether it’s via lessons from school or his beachy adventures, columnist Chris Hunt’s son Riley continues to teach him the importance of caring for our planet There was a period not long ago where my nine-year-old son was obsessed with […]
Unscripted opportunities
Adding a dash of fun to a daily routine is the key to a stable, happy life during the pandemic It’s so dark I can barely see my son. The faint flickering from the streetlamps below barely find their way […]
And into the net
My nine-year-old son Riley glowers at me as he dribbles a basketball. He smirks as he sizes me up. I’m an obstacle, but we both also know I’m the least of his problems. His blue eyes twinkle and his […]
New school, new experiences
Changing schools was tough for a young Chris Hunt. Decades later, his son potentially faces the same situation […]
Adventures of yesteryear
Columnist Chris Hunt recalls a favourite pre-COVID destination I had a brief conversation with my son Riley recently that quietly broke my heart. I’d been both working from home and homeschooling Riley for a few weeks, and I was […]
Thanks, Mom
On a cold, dark night a few years back, columnist Chris Hunt comes face to face with special lessons learned from his mother Oct 17, 2016 I’m laying on my son’s bedroom floor, holding his hand as he […]
Parenting outside the box
When I was young, I came into possession of a worn copy of the Faber Book of Reportage. Nestled within its brittle pages, I found a most intriguing instance of creative parenting, dating back some 500 years. It was a […]