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On A Brighter Note – Booing is bad manners by Lori Welbourne

Canadians are known for being polite people, but last weekend thousands of spectators at the Grey Cup game in Toronto were anything...
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On A Brighter Note by Lori Welbourne – Reconnect by disconnecting

Camping at the beautiful Mabel Lake Provincial Park came at a price last week: I had to function without the Internet for the...

On A Brighter Note by Lori Welbourne – A second chance at life

David Branigan started off the new year in the worst possible way: with the police at his door telling him his 22-year-old son, Joshua,...
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On A Brighter Note by Lori Welbourne – For the love of Mom

For the love of Mom Last week I saw an interesting post on Facebook titled: “Seeking Kelowna, BC Firefighter named Brent.”...

On A Brighter Note by Lori Welbourne – A second chance at life

David Branigan started off the new year in the worst possible way: with the police at his door telling him his 22-year-old son, Joshua,...
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On A Brighter Note by Lori Welbourne – Looking out while looking within

I struggle with depression and anxiety. Funny that someone with these issues would be writing a column called “On a Brighter Note,”...
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On A Brighter Note by Lori Welbourne – The breast is yet to come

When you’re healthy, it’s easy to not think about it and take wellness for granted. And then, just like that, your whole...

One A Brighter Note by Lori Welbourne – A second chance at life

My father had three kinds of cancer last year: basal cell carcinoma caused by sunburns as a kid, a low grade leukemia that needs...
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On A Brighter Note by Lori Welbourne – Everyone deserves respect

Last month an Ontario grandmother received an anonymous letter in the mail from an apparent mother in the neighborhood, who was furious...
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Freedom to be friends by Lori Welbourne – On A Brighter Note

In 1975 my dad’s mother married a wonderful man named Karl. I was nine years old and all I really knew about...