- Published on Friday, 19 April 2013 16:10
- Written by JEREMY THOMPSON
Forestry-based economies at risk
Bone chilling temperatures, well-tuned, razor-sharp chainsaws and hours spent freezing on a snowmobile. These are just a few of the experiences I've encountered in the long days and hard nights' battle against the mountain pine beetle in Alberta.
The province of Alberta has been fighting that beetle since an in-flight of the bug was brought in from British Columbia in 2006.
- Published on Monday, 08 April 2013 10:06
- Written by EVA COLMENERO
Thousands fled Venezuela labelled as "traitors"
It's February 2003.
My dad receives a call from his boss late at night, who indicates there's a search and seizure warrant with my dad's name and our address written on it.
My father is a suspect in hacking the state's oil company during Venezuela's nation-wide strike. The reason — he has a company laptop in his possession.
We've all heard the horror stories — If the military finds you at home, the women will get raped and killed, the men will get arrested and most likely sent to prison without trial.
- Published on Monday, 08 April 2013 10:02
- Written by KAITY BROWN
How my high school sweetheart and best friend asked me to marry him
It happened in a basement...
The love of my life, Daniel Witten must have spent months preparing for his proposal to me on Sunday morning, Jan. 27, in the basement of Ambrose University.
I had no idea he was going to ask me then. Of course we had talked often about getting married, as it just made sense.
I was nervous about the idea of marriage.
- Published on Monday, 08 April 2013 09:31
- Written by KATHERINE CAMARTA
How the genetic disease impacts everyday life
Nine years ago, I married someone with Facioscapulohumeral muscular dystrophy (FSH). I did not know it at the time. Even if I had known, I would likely have given it no more thought than the fact that Neil also had an Acura RDX.
Unlike his RDX, that powerful white sport utility vehicle that has magical powers of acceleration, FSH is slowly sapping my husband of his mobility.
Slowly, but persistently, it's making its presence known.
- Published on Monday, 01 April 2013 23:55
- Written by CAMERON PERRIER
"What if we got you a new instrument?" my mother asked.
I had originally traveled to the small violin shop that December evening to look for a new bow, after being advised that it was necessary. A new violin had been the farthest thing from my mind.
My mother continued, "I just have a feeling the person who loaned us the violin might take it back." I loosened the bow in my hands and set it back on the suede-covered table and tentatively picked up another.
- From gym-class reject to running addict
- I'm allergic to the cold?
- Dog's death hits hard
- 200 Calgarians escape winter blues at Prince's Island Park
- A night of improv at the Strathmore Lions Club
- Being bullied hurts
- Canadian Blood Services still refuses donations from sexually active gay men
- Back to Bonavista
- The community behind a metal gate
- One last round for One Weekend Only