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I worked in a hospital emergency department for several years and made an observation.
I have worked in the mental health field for more than 25 years.
A long time ago, there was a young, enthusiastic lady who had just landed her dream job.
A short but sweet December memory of mine is a tale my mom told me about Christmas shopping with my then three-year old son.
I have a November memory that has stuck with me for many years.
Some family traditions carry on throughout our lives without us even realizing it.
Every so often a really good laugh just happens without regard for whether it makes any sense or not.
“From two to 92” my mom would say when anyone asked the ages of the players in her musical group.
Summer reminds me of car trips when I was a kid and that reminds me of all the stories my mom used to make up for us as we travelled.
I surprised my husband with a trip to ... he didn’t know where.
My dad was an awesome dentist.
He had the softest brown eyes that could hypnotize and soothe as he worked.
My son was a hero when he had his tonsils out and did my best to make it more interesting.
My recent travels to remote communities have brought such interesting experiences with animals, all sorts of animals.
I have a nurse friend who works much further North than most people will ever get in a lifetime.
I have just completed two years of unique nursing in unique, remote B.C. environments.
I did not know I had curly hair until I was in my 40s — not a word of a lie.
Columnist Colleen Crossley says October seems like a good month for them to be told.
I told you some of my mom’s story last month – her impossible survival at birth –
I told you some of my mom’s story last month – her impossible survival at birth – and I had many interested comments ...
There are so many little Christmas stories I could tell, so many heartwarming experiences to share.