Opinion

I’ve never been the most politically correct person.That’s not to say I’m bigoted or racist in any way, but, as has been widely attributed to one of my heroes – Mark Twain – I’ve always felt that “sacred cows make the best hamburger.

It seems the marijuana party has begun, and many people are rolling a joint and smiling broadly.

To the concerned parent(s): Regarding the “suspicious activity by two adults dressed in furry fox costumes” approaching young children at Stan Clarke Park on Friday, May 29, my friend and I were the furry mascots in the park.

I received my 2015 tax bill this week, and I found that property taxes rose a whopping 8.7 per cent and utility taxes rose 19.2 per cent. However, the budget notice for 2015 states an increase of 3.6 per cent for the property taxes and a 9.

Recently, a group of Squamish seniors assembled as usual at the district lawn bowling facility for, we hoped, a morning of friendly competition and socializing.

I was born and raised in Squamish, and now more than ever the lack of support, pride and appreciation for our local artists is evident. I read last week’s article regarding Squamish as a canvas for the ongoing Vancouver Biennale art installations.

The trouble with all you people arguing about the LNG plant is that none of you, pro or con, are willing to give an inch.

Almost every activity we do, from crossing the street to dangling off a cliff by ropes, involves an element of risk. We can be hit by a truck as we attempt to walk to the store, and if we are on a bicycle, that risk seems to be even higher.

On a recent Saturday morning, I parked adjacent to the offerings on display at a busy garage sale in Brackendale, where kids, dogs and moms pushing strollers were out in full force.

It’s easy to be a feminist when you’re a teenager. At 18, I was an ardent one, fuelled by the confidence teachers had given me. I was certain that I was as capable as my brother and male classmates. My parents assured me I was.