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Gordon Bourgon

 Gordon Bourgon calls Sarnia his home. Most of his working life was spent in the food industry. He did brief stints in construction, landscaping, as a drum instructor and part time musician. Semi-retired now, he is a holistic nutritionist, and professional cleaner.

He has had short fiction as well as some non-fiction pieces published in Canada, U.K. and the USA. He is excited to rediscover his community and write about it.

Buried art

Buried art

In his latest column, Gordon Bourgon explores the global tradition of buried art—tracing its symbolic and political meanings from ancient tombs to modern installations—and connects it to Sarnia’s own hidden sculpture beneath the intersection of Lochiel and Christina streets.
Not quite an empty nest

Not quite an empty nest

In his latest column, Gordon Bourgon reflects on the emotional challenges of watching children leave home, offering guidance for parents navigating the complex transition of an 'almost' empty nest.
To have and to hold: Books vs. Screens

To have and to hold: Books vs. Screens

“The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.” - Isabel Allende It was a cold winter’s night, I remember. The wind wrapped driving snow around me, stinging my frozen face.
The epilepsy stigma

The epilepsy stigma

In his latest column, Gordon reflects on his son Adam’s journey with epilepsy, the stigma surrounding the disorder, and the hope brought by life-changing surgery.
Life with epilepsy

Life with epilepsy

In his latest column, Gordon shares his family’s journey after his son Adam was diagnosed with epilepsy, reflecting on the challenges, treatments, and the support that made a difference.
This phantom is a menace

This phantom is a menace

In his latest column, Gordon examines the growing threat of cyber scams, sharing a firsthand account of online fraud and the importance of awareness and protection.
Not just a soup kitchen

Not just a soup kitchen

In his latest column, Gordon writes about the daily meal service at the Inn of the Good Shepherd, where food and community come together for those in need.
In defence of our hometown

In defence of our hometown

It began for me when I was a teenager, and my cousins from Cornwall, Ontario came for a visit. They said our river was puny compared to theirs back home, and that the lakers going by were small compared to the ships they were used to.