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When I was a kid growing up in the northern boreal forest, my mother took me and my siblings out foraging for ...
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Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
– Søren Kierkegaard, 1843
I don’t ...
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This past January, I received an email from the organizer of the BC Epic thanking me for my registration.
Which ...
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Opening up, embracing new ideas, and making time for wonder.
I spent most of my career trying ...
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Hi, my name is Dakota Blomgren. I was born in the Comox Valley and I am nine years old. I am a proud member of the ...
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Over a century ago, on a Monday in late September, crowds of young and old thronged Vancouver’s sidewalks. Mothers ...
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My first home in Cumberland was on Camp Road, in a row of rough cabins that were built in 1888 when the coal mine ...
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What an ugly night. It’s dark, pouring rain, and there are still remnants of slushy snow melting in the driveway, ...
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You don’t need to be an oyster farmer or sport fisherman for the daily ebb and flow of the ocean to impact your ...
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Decades ago, I was sitting in a cinema seat in Toronto, gripping the armrests as the tension heightened, and ...
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When I was a kid growing up in the northern boreal forest, my mother took me and my siblings ...
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Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
– Søren Kierkegaard, ...
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This past January, I received an email from the organizer of the BC Epic thanking me for my ...
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Opening up, embracing new ideas, and making time for wonder.
I spent most ...
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Hi, my name is Dakota Blomgren. I was born in the Comox Valley and I am nine years old. I am a ...
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Over a century ago, on a Monday in late September, crowds of young and old thronged ...
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My first home in Cumberland was on Camp Road, in a row of rough cabins that were built in 1888 ...
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What an ugly night. It’s dark, pouring rain, and there are still remnants of slushy snow ...
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You don’t need to be an oyster farmer or sport fisherman for the daily ebb and flow of the ...
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Decades ago, I was sitting in a cinema seat in Toronto, gripping the armrests as the tension ...
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