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My Epic Journey From South Africa To White Rock, B.C.
By Ivor Block
 I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa, which at 16,000 km. is the furthest place from Vancouver on Earth. Three years later my sister, Denise, was born.
Although I thought I was a cute child, my mother decided otherwise, which led to me being physically and emotionally abused until I reached my teens. Luckily my favorite Aunt, who is now 101, loved me and took me in almost every summer holiday. Read more
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I Can Cut Grass!
By Bev Jaundrew
 I know how to cut grass.
While that may not seem monumental to some people, to me it’s on par with navigating my way to the moon. There was only one time during my childhood that I was permitted to enter the sanctum of what my traditionalist parents considered the male domain of grass cutting. Read more
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Learning To Thrive While Learning To Run
By Angelika
 When I first began running, I had no idea how far it would take me. I was an overweight child. Throughout elementary and high school I hated P.E. Yes, I was the kid that got picked last, and I could hardly run half a lap around the track, let alone the 12 that were required to pass our yearly physical test. I would pray for rain, snow, anything to get me out of running the obligatory 5 minute warm-up laps before class begun. I hated running.
Fast forward 11 years or so and I thought I’d be the last person considering a marathon. Read more
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Expert Series: Overcoming Adversity. Some Survive. The Great Ones Thrive.
By Steve Kayser
 In a mall bookstore, I began flipping through a book at random. It could have been any book. But it was “The Beethoven Factor,” by Dr. Paul Pearsall. A random flip had landed me on page 101. Every once in a while, in one of those delightfully rare and magical moments of accidental discovery, a jarring thud of healing inspiration and hope occurs. I had one of those moments. Read more
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Thriving Parent, Thriving Child
By Racine Hiet: Publisher/Editor
 
There is a war raging. It’s fierce, hostile and tragic. It might be going on in your home at this moment.
It is a battle that has been fought for generations; the battle between Generations. Us and Them. Parents and Youth.
“You have to start early letting them know who’s boss,” one parent said to me. “Otherwise, they’ll take advantage of you and dominate. That’s the trouble with my wife–she always ends up letting the kids win all the battles. She gives in all the time and the kids know it.”
Does there have to be winners and losers? Must one generation submit to the other, scared and defeated, to lick the wounds inflicted on its pride and self-esteem?
Parent Effectiveness Training, (P.E.T.), the “no-lose” method of resolving conflicts, shouts “No!” Read more
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Expert Series: Service Is Our Only Purpose
By Shiri Joshua
 The other day on the bus I could not help but lock my eyes on a beautiful Black Lab dog that was guiding his blind human. The grace, determination, and patience with which he sat by his person was profound! In his quiet way, the dog would lovingly glance at his human’s face once in a while, likely to check in, while his human would smile at him and pet his head with gratitude. It was an honour to watch this exchange of energy. Read more
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Conversation With A Dog
By Diane Schachter
 In March of 1997, 5 months after my Dad died, my husband and I decided to adopt a puppy. We already had a wonderful 12 year old dog named Mitzi, a sheltie golden retriever cross whom we loved dearly. It had been a very long and arduous haul witnessing my Dad die. We had been enveloped in sickness, death and then mourning. After witnessing my Dad wither away and die, adopting a puppy seemed to be the perfect antidote to breathe life into our family. Read more
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Happily Ever After
By Sherry Bailey
 Once upon a time, I believed in fairy tale endings. I was married for twenty-six years, was still in love with my husband, and expected to stay that way until one of us died. I was a wife and mother, and mostly happy in these roles. And for a long while, my husband was happy too. At least he said that he was. Until the day someone else came along…. Read more
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