Opinion

I n the faded picture I’m showing off my new prom dress for the camera; my 17-year-old smile buried in cheeks still chubby with the lingering baby fat of childhood.

A few weeks ago, I attended a conference with sessions focused on a wide variety of progressive policy ideas for local government. I enjoyed many of the sessions, but one in particular stood out – Public Communication for Women.

In the paper last week I saw an obituary for Marguerite Hendrickson who died at the age of 103 – sorry. She lived through eating seafood out of the sound and a lot of things that are not environmentally OK by today’s standards.

This is a copy of a letter to Kelly Binning, salmon officer with the Department of Fisheries and Oceans, that was also sent to The Chief as a Letter to the Editor.

I was in a local shop the other day and I overheard a Squamish resident lamenting the fact that no festival had yet to replace the now-defunct Squamish Valley Music Festival. “It sucks,” he eloquently articulated.

Residents have a lot of power in who will be representing our diverse riding

Data on grizzly bears, Roosevelt elk, marbled murrelet and old-growth ecosystems will be collected

I n the cold, purple fingers are better than white ones. The colour of the skin indicates that there is something moving in the capillary veins – some circulation – some flow of blood. White fingers tell a different story.

Our mayor’s view of the advantages of technology changes (in her column in last week’s Chief) does not acknowledge any of the downside to the changes.

“ A pril is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.” Those memorable lines from T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland were penned in 1922.