The wonderful writer who usually fills this Sunday spot informs me that there will be no Cuppa coming from Paul Curran this morning. He’s not feeling up to hitting a grand slam this time around. Let’s all take a moment to wish him a great week in Canada. Feel better, good sir.

My friend from north of the border takes his foot off the gas pedal just a tad in this week’s guest column. Even with the topic a tad less incendiary in that sense, Paul Curran’s writing flame still burns brightly. Welcome to the weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your…

Happy Holiday weekend Sunday, with well-wishes from our favorite guest columnist from north of our border. Happy Independence Day! Welcome to the weekly coffee and tea garden. Happy Holiday Weekend – Friday for Canadians and Monday for Americans. My name is Paul, I’ll be your barista today and I’m happy to be here at Mark…

In his email that accompanied this week’s guest column, our friend Paul Curran apologized how this sad entry includes just two photos, at top and bottom, because of its sad tenor. Indeed, it is a story steeped in sorrow about a friend’s family hardship that touched Paul’s life this week. As always, Paul tells it…

It’s been a few years since my dear wife Karen and I had a cat around the Little Bitty. RIP, dear Puffy and Toby. Take it away, Sunday guest columnist Paul, to handle the subject of the furry feline pets. Don’t get any ideas, Karen. Welcome to the weekly coffee and tea garden. My name…

My dear blogging friend Paul writes about snowstorms in June for today’s weekly guest column. I always said he’s one cool Canadian. We dig Paul, right, like a snow shovel cutting through drift. Leaving the Hospital in a Snow Storm Welcome to the weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your…

It’s a holiday weekend here in the States, so I’m glad to rest a bit — short introduction, you see — and simply present our smart weekly Sunday guest column from my Canadian friend, Paul Curran. Welcome to the weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your barista today, and I’m…

‘Violins. Violins. It’s the only thing that will make you see sense.’ OK, I may have heard the lyrics to an old Mott the Hoople song a tad off. Take it away this Sunday, guest columnist Paul Curran. A Few of the Missing and Murdered First Nations Women. Welcome to the weekly coffee and tea…

Guest columnist Paul Curran shows how sharp his skills of observation and interpretation are for us all to soak in today. Take it away for your Sunday spotlight, my Canadian friend. Prejudice and Hate have no place here Welcome to the weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your barista today…