In 1980, as a public relations student at Mount Royal University, I met a nice Lebanese gal from Saskatchewan. In April this year, that gal negotiated a $750 million contract and expanded her cable company, of which she is CEO, to 800,000 subscribers.
- By Sandra Braun
Born and raised under the Third Reich, my grandma lived at the centre of Nazi Germany. Even after marrying a British soldier, she still held allegiance to Hitler. And her conviction left me wondering, "Who was she really?"
My grandma loved Hitler.
You may never understand it.
I may never understand it.
- By Devon Jolie
"Center of the Universe" not a horrible place
As I descended the dank and narrow stairwell, two things ran through my mind, "If this is the end, I guess I had a good run." And, "Am I ever glad I'm thin, or I would have been stuck five steps ago." After reaching the bottom, I was glad to find it was indeed the underground clothing store I was lead to believe and not the drug den of my nightmares.
What I just described was one of many journeys into downtown Toronto. I spent just over two months living and working in and around "The Big Smoke." As I am sure you are aware, the city is just massive. Coming from Calgary, I had an idea as to what to expect, but like most experiences my expectations were nowhere near reality.
- By CLAYTON GOODWIN
I'm scheduled for a mammogram, I have an appointment with a cardiologist and apparently I have high cholesterol.
Why? Because I had my tarot cards read at Stampede.
I'll backtrack. My girlfriend has a Stampede tradition where every year she makes her way into the exhibition hall and has her tarot cards read. Celebrating this year's centennial with her, I was coerced into having my cards read as well. Why not? I thought.
Sure, I read my horoscope daily and I'll wish on a star here or there but do not for a moment think I go to psychics to diagnosis my medical conditions.
- By CHRISTINE RAMOS