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Simply the best

Simply the best

The golden years are fool's gold, many seniors joke. The number of daily medications rise, the kids and grandkids call less, the bones and muscles ache more, the sight and memory fade.
Dealing with the fallout

Dealing with the fallout

Last week I wrote about how the Donald Trump candidacy was made possible. I argued that there were a series of reasons that he was able to gain the nomination.
Our son wouldn't stop swearing, so we taught him how to do it right

Our son wouldn't stop swearing, so we taught him how to do it right

Our son Malcolm has what is generally referred to as "high-functioning autism," meaning he is verbal, can follow instructions and can consume information at a staggering rate with meticulous accuracy.
Bravery or bullying

Bravery or bullying

In the last 14 years, School District 57 (Prince George) has closed 22 schools.
Blessed to be a blessing

Blessed to be a blessing

As I sit down to write my contribution for clergy comment I can't get my mind off Hurricane Matthew and the devastation being experienced by so many in the world right now. Particularly in Haiti. The death toll has surpassed 1,000.
Clearing the air on carbon tax

Clearing the air on carbon tax

Re: Todd Whitcombe's article on carbon tax. To clarify for Mr. Whitcombe, "revenue neutral" means that every dollar raised by B.C.'s carbon tax is returned to British Columbians in the form of tax relief.
Breakfast fuels young minds

Breakfast fuels young minds

It's 8:30 a.m. Wednesday and the cole George Jay elementary gym is humming. A little red-headed girl runs up to Leslie Lee: "I miss you." "I miss you, too," Lee replies.
Names matter

Names matter

Tonight, Toronto plays Cleveland in the opening game of the American League championship series. Starting today, The Citizen pledges to make its best effort to refer to the Cleveland Indians as simply Cleveland.
Learning the science of selling

Learning the science of selling

The eagle swooped down with its talons extended, on what it must have thought was a beaver swimming across the lake in the Chilcotin one summer day. In reality, that beaver was the long matted hair of the hippie Michael Theodor.
The therapy of live theatre

The therapy of live theatre

I've had a lot of interesting conversations over the past few weeks with my colleagues and partners in the arts community of Prince George.