Editorials

My feeling is that they make the experience so frustrating that you just give up.

Our local clinic is simply amazing and they ensure that we’re not left behind when we don’t have a family doctor.

My father’s family came from Poland and was an alter server at the Holy Ghost Catholic Church, formerly in Coleman. When he was alive, he would often recite the prayers in Latin.

In the last 23 years we’ve had a lot of people come into our home and share our space, some for just a week, some for years.

It’s quite freeing when you don’t care if someone likes you or not.

I remember being a little girl driving through the Frank Slide and wondering why there were so many rocks on the highway.

Last week a car was stolen right out of the garage of a local family... stolen right from the inside of their garage while they were sleeping in the house.

Never in my life did I think there would be a time when I could be called a racist if I asserted that the mathematical problem of 2+2=4 is a true statement.

I must tell you guys a few weekends back I stayed home to spend time with Quinn and to participate in the Slush Cup at the Pass Powederkeg Ski Hill (PPK). I had the time of my life.

As you can read beside my editorial (in the paper), there have been a few responses to my editorial from last week. 

To say that last week’s editorial touched a nerve for some and resonated with others is an understatement.

The UCP nomination is over and I want to comment on the process of the voting rather than the winner.

I have had dogs all my life. I love dogs. I’ve never feared a dog in my entire life. Now I’m scared of dogs.