On September 7 I took my first class of Philosophy 220A, Symbolic Logic, at UBC. I’ve wanted to take such a course since the spring of 1964 and I suspect I’m the only kid on the block to have nursed a symbolic logic dream for that length of time.
Why is it hard to connect? We each wear a mask to present ourselves to others as we want to be perceived. People connect only when the masks come off.
There are two main courses of action for seniors looking to protect their financial interests: political action to change pension amounts and regulations and careful planning to ensure that full benefit is gained from the pension and tax regulations as they exist.
my psychiatrist and learned that in people susceptible to depression intense feelings of suspense, anxiety and fear of loss can trigger associations with past experiences of deep depression. I had not lost my sense of perspective on a sporting event, my brain was taking me back to a very dark time.
East Vancouver couple accused of domestic slavery, people smuggling. Filipino woman forced to work around the clock, police say” An East Vancouver couple is being accused of forcing a woman into domestic slavery after police found a Filipino woman living illegally in the couple’s home.
Singing or acting, Vancouver’s Candus Churchill’s got soul. It don’t mean a thing if it doesn’t swing from deep inside up and out to embrace audience and performer in the creative instant
Lacking a secure and positive sense of personal worth we try to elevate ourselves by putting other people down even to the point of regarding them as subhuman. We cannot love the other unless we love ourselves
What a story. What a life. It’s been filled with hardship, hard work, triumph and tragedy. Rose’s character sums it up at the conclusion of the prologue to “Lost Lesotho Princess.”
If I am powerless then I can just do the best I can without anxiety over results. Imagine no anxiety! I can be free to live in ways that let me blossom into the best person I can be while helping others to grow as well.
My great great great grandparents left Devon, England, for Troy, Ontario in 1823. Headstones for their parents are in the churchyard in Parkham,