Opinion

There’s never a dull day in journalism.

It’s here and I can’t believe it. Decorations, candy canes, lights and even trees. I’m not ready, and I never seem to be. You’d think I’d get my act together as I have to shop for two families on either coast.

Celebrating Remembrance Day is always a sacred occasion, but for many of us, this year holds special significance. Last month, two of our countrymen were killed in cold blood on Canadian soil for the sole reason that they were Canadian soldiers.

It’s weird how quickly the switch from Halloween to Christmas happens.

As a society, we’re always looking for the next big thing. For those that play the stock markets, the search is always on for the next company that will rise in value and make millions.

On Oct. 22, Canada had a very bad day.

I have been lucky enough never to know the fear of having a loved one head off to war. My grandpa Chorney was a navy man but as he was heading overseas to join the battle in World War II, the war ended on his way there.

I’m looking out my office window right now, on the morning of Oct. 27 where I’m watching the Canadian flag across the street waving at half-mast.

Earlier this year, I had the privilege to take part in the Jumpstart Games in Cochrane. This fundraising event supports the Jumpstart charity, which has helped more than 760,000 Canadian kids afford to participate in sports since 2005.

I’ve never really thought of myself as being very ‘girly.’ In fact, I tend to prefer shopping in the men’s section of most stores, looking for cozy grey clothes that don’t draw attention.