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Please slow down!

Please slow down!

As a Fire Chief in southeast Saskatchewan and during an early morning callout on the morning of November 28, I experienced not only the lives of my firefighters at risk too many times in a single call, but all people on the highway.
Charity begins at home

Charity begins at home

Statistics Canada happened to catch me in a telephone survey Monday, December 3 about health care in our province. The survey set me to thinking about our health care. Although one may be well, occasionally doctors and nurses are needed.
The Christmas spirit and a hit-and-run

The Christmas spirit and a hit-and-run

Last week, my car was backed into in the early morning hours and rather than being an honourable human being and leaving a note, the driver took off.
Journalists aren't all out for blood

Journalists aren't all out for blood

There are many roles the media has, but generally it's our job to inform the public about what they should know about their community.
Oh, no! Sports negativity is everywhere

Oh, no! Sports negativity is everywhere

The supposedly darkest day in the history of the world - Dec. 21, 2012, the day according to the Mayan calendar that the world will end - is fast approaching, but negativity in sports was all the rage on one particular day in late November.
Raising wild boar a growing issue

Raising wild boar a growing issue

I grew up on a pig farm. I carried a lot of chop and ground grain, by the five-gallon pail full, to feed them. And I shovelled a fair large pile of what the pigs made out of the chop.
Attention

Attention

Marna's Musings
Labour law changes about more than unions

Labour law changes about more than unions

When it comes to Saskatchewan's new labour laws, a lot of people ask: Why should I care about it? I'm not in a union. In fact, the majority of working people in this province aren't unionized, although you might be surprised how many are.
Raising wild boar

Raising wild boar

I grew up on a pig farm. I carried a lot of chop, ground grain, by the five-gallon pail full to feed them. And I shoveled a fair large pile of what the pigs made out of the chop.
Making no sense of it all

Making no sense of it all

Just a few items festering in the nether regions of my disassembled mind, dear diary. Did you ever wonder what we're actually doing with the advanced access we have in app world? We connect instantly, but so far no blogs have fed anyone in Sudan.
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