REMEMBERING WHEN: The revenge of the vending machines
Even though we’ve all used them at one time or another, vending machines are the “Rodney Dangerfield” of the machine world — they get no respect.
GROWING THROUGH GRIEF: Loving yourself through the tough times
There are times when I would rather be miserable. It’s like sometimes misery just feels right. lol! Yup I just wrote that.
Pop 89: Perfectly Natural Crap
I was on my way to lay some flowers on the graves of Val Marie’s ancestors last Sunday evening when out of the corner came a flashing light.
Check It Out: Remembering a Canadian actor who served in WWII
There’s an old joke that claims it was disappointing to discover a universal remote control didn’t control the entire universe.
JUST A GAL FROM GLIDDEN: Mastercard, moving and mayhem
Where has October gone? Friday was Halloween, and I have to admit—I looked pretty scary in the mirror that morning. Overslept, scrambled to get a few things done…
Pop 89: The Subtle Enormous Difference
Thirty years ago, in October 1995, I began creating lists of words, arranged in two columns, with the heading: Spotting the Subtle, Enormous Difference Between.
Check It Out: Did you know it’s illegal for natural health providers to share life-changing stories?
Here’s a bit of medical humour for you. Doctor: How is the little girl doing who swallowed ten quarters last night? Nurse: No change yet.
Letter to the Editor: 26 Years Later: Health Board Memories
I’ve always been a bit of a pack rat, and while going through some of my treasures recently, I came across a photo and memo from my time on the Prairie West District Health Board.
JUST A GAL FROM GLIDDEN: Hot flashes, home runs and Halloween hijinks
Well, as it turns out, my optimism really did pay off — the Blue Jays are still going strong. Suddenly, even people who normally think baseball is boring are joining the bandwagon…
REMEMBERING WHEN: Old Ida and the Halloween nobody came
Before we moved to our newly built country house further up the road, we grew up in a little home nestled in a small gully beside the highway, about eight miles outside the nearest town.
Pop 89: In love with my research
Have you ever reached the end of a momentous chore and been surprised to find you’re not as ecstatic as you imagined you’d be?
Check It Out: How to fix a problem that doesn’t exist
I’m not sure if it’s true, but I’ve heard semi drivers who transport beer constantly get asked if they give away free samples.
JUST A GAL FROM GLIDDEN: Life, parades, and the perils of squirrelly thoughts
Well, my last column didn’t exactly age like a fine wine — more like that leftover pumpkin pie lingering in the back of the fridge a few days too long.
