Homebodies - I wish I could say the firsts are getting better

By Rita Friesen

My first solitary road trip in a long time. Didn’t go far, out to Carman to see family. Drove only in daylight hours. Sent quick messages to caring loved ones letting them know when I departed and when I arrived. Found myself formulating the thoughts I used to articulate, and then wondering what to do with them. Quick to spot the changes in the countryside and slow to realise there really was/is no one with whom to share these discoveries. 

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Faithfully Yours - More than just giving candy up

By Neil Strohschein

A mother of two pre-teens, so the story goes, prepared a beautiful Shrove Tuesday meal of pancakes, sausages and fresh fruit for her family. As they were eating, she said to her children: “Tomorrow is first day of Lent, and this year we are giving up candy and ice cream.” Her oldest son looked at her and said: “Aww, Mom! We give them up every night after 8 p.m. Why do we have to give them up during the day as well?” 

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My perspective - We need viable solutions

By Kate Jackman-Atkinson

The Neepawa Banner

In Manitoba, health care never seems to be far from our minds. We worry about care, we worry about timely access, we worry about costs. Health also figures prominently in the provincial government’s priorities.

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Right in the centre - Some things don't add up

By Ken Waddell

The Neepawa Banner

The New Democratic Party of Manitoba will choose a leader on March 8. It might be the current leader, Greg Selinger, or it could be one of the challengers, Steve Ashton or Theresa Oswald. The NDP choose their leaders by a delegate convention system. Delegates are chosen in a number of ways and they all gather at a central location to vote. This year, the delegates in certain constituencies will be allowed to vote with a mail-in ballot.

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Homebodies - I lost a year!

By Rita Friesen

It has happened before, and it has happened again. I lost a year. The first time I lost track of time I locked my father into being 45. He stayed there, for me, three years. And then I caught on, and caught up. It didn’t seem a big deal. Forty-five is the mid-forties. Mid can be anywhere between 42 and 47.  His physical features didn’t change much in that era and neither did his school pictures! He was teaching in the time when a suit and tie was the norm. He must have had a favourite tie, it appeared in several consecutive photos. Ageless and timeless. 

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