Linda Wegner is an experienced researcher, writer, and public speaker living in Powell River, B.C.. She has been writing her weekly column for more than a decade; her feature articles have appeared in several dozen magazines and newspapers. She also prepares research based business reports.
One of the things I most enjoy about my morning bus rides is the interaction with other passengers and, in particular, those students who are studying English in our community. The other day, a wet. . .
It’s not surprising that I’ve been humming Away in a Mangerthese days (after all, it is the Christmas season) but I’ve found myself thinking more about the wood. Neither humorous nor particularly . . .
Since I formally semi-retired from my writing career, I’ve developed a genuine enjoyment of doing crossword puzzles. Where I formerly used my pen and pencil to jot down notes for stories, articles . . .
This month our country commemorates the 100th anniversary of the end of World War One. I wasn’t around for that but around the world, millions of people who hoped and longed for a war-free world, . . .
A friend told me of a visit to his doctor. “Doc,” he complained, “Sometimes I hurt in my knees, sometimes in my hands and … ah, I just seem to hurt somewhere all the time.” Without blinking an eye,. . .
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” There are few of us, at least of my generation for sure, who are not familiar with that question. Taken from her book, Sonnets from the Portuguese, and. . .
For North American readers, July is a month to celebrate. We Canadians mark July 1 as Canada Day, in tribute to our 151 years as a nation. To the south, our friends and neighbours celebrated their . . .
I’m finding it more and more difficult to listen to or watch most news broadcasts these days because it seems terrorism, brutality and injustice (to name a few) dominate our world. For many around . . .
As I pen these words, it’s Mother’s Day, and I’m blessed by the flowers, cards and words of my husband and our two sons. Highly respected within their respective communities, both our boys – oops, . . .
The wisdom of Agur, the son of Jakeh – a truly modest beginning to a chapter filled with truth. It is believed Agur lived in the same era as Solomon, but the only thing we know about him is found . . .
In returning to my thoughts on the Book of Proverbs, warnings that I’d read about for decades suddenly jumped out at me. Although I’d been reading the chapter corresponding to each day of the month. . .
I had every intention of continuing in my Proverbs series this week but given the tragic circumstances of the deaths and suffering of those associated with the Humboldt Broncos bus accident, I want. . .
There probably are few things more challenging than learning how to give and understanding how to receive instructions. If you question that statement, think back on the last time someone attempted. . .
Early in my Christian walk. I decided not to pray for patience and here’s why: patience is mostly developed through hardship. Even the Apostle Paul agrees with me (or more accurately, I agree with . . .
Although there’s so much more to explore about wisdom, in this week’s column I want to move on to the topic of integrity. Several parts of the definition of this virtue include moral uprightness, a. . .
In I818, composer, organist Franz Xaver Gruber and lyricist, Joseph Mohr, together produced what is probably one of the world’s most beloved Christmas carols. Part of the beautiful refrain we know . . .
For us Wet Coast dwellers (no, that’s not a spelling error), today was a day to celebrate. It didn’t rain! Not only that, the sun shone and the wind, gentle and warm, coddled the laundry. Today I . . .
It’s snowing hard and that’s not supposed to happen here on the shores of the Pacific Ocean. A truer picture is that we West Coast dwellers delight in regaling our prairie family and friends with . . .
Ever had a tune or the words to a song go round and round in your head, no matter what you do to drown them out? While some songs may be just what you need to brighten your day, at other times the . . .
Our pastor recently recounted a humorous story of how he and another young boy decided to check out the large wrapped boxes under the Christmas tree in their church auditorium. Finding an opportune. . .
The past six days, Nov. 7-12, have been filled with drama, suspense, shock, mourning, celebration and expressions of gratitude. As individuals, communities and nations we’ve witnessed the rise and . . .
Earlier this week our six-year-old granddaughter that she had counted up to 100 all by herself,” and I’m not sure who was more proud, she, her parents or I. In any case her pronouncement reminded . . .
There are weekends that call us to the beach, to the garden or as in the case of this past weekend, to hunker down. Even as I write this article, Storm No. Three is rolling in, the third in just a . . .
Since I’ve almost, but not completely, retired from my work, I’m treating myself to tea at Tim Hortons a couple of times a week. Enhancing the enjoyment of that new pattern of indulging myself, I . . .
As I sit at my desk penning these words, I can’t help but think of another morning 15 years ago today when I was doing the same thing, sitting at my desk, working on a writing assignment. Suddenly . . .
Earlier this year we attended church with our son and his wife who live in another province. We enjoyed the entire service, but one part of it stood out for me. Although I can’t remember his exact . . .
Perhaps one of the most asked questions in life is this: “What would you like?” From childhood through our teen years, from the earliest years of marriage and parenting and now, for me at least, in. . .
This week I had occasion to spend a couple of days with my best friend in the major trauma section of the emergency ward at our local hospital. It was stressful to say the least and because of the . . .
t was enough to make a dozen or more grown men groan, and groan they did. Not only did they groan, they questioned the very sanity of anyone who would ask the question, “Who touched my clothes?”, . . .
Actually, it all began in the raspberry patch. As I was picking from our heavily-laden berry branches the other day I noted how many had already dropped to the ground and how tentatively some clung. . .
We’ve recently returned from a wonderful 10 days spent with family and friends in Saskatchewan. While it was our granddaughter’s pinning ceremony and her pending convocation from the University of . . .
Decades ago one of the songs that hit the charts as a best seller contained these lyrics: “Don’t let the stars get in your eyes, don’t let the moon break your heart….” Written by Winston L. Moore . . .
Expected, or perhaps even above expectations around the news reports and Facebook posts examining the devastation of the Fort McMurray fires, is the response coming from people across the country . . .
Though its 16 years since we left the prairies, spring still holds wonderful memories. No, not just because, hopefully, winter was over but because the time for working the land had come. I’m not a. . .
Last evening we celebrated, with great hilarity, the birthday of our six-year-old granddaughter. It was a fun-filled time with great food, a gift from grandma and grandpa and an occasion to display. . .
The older I get the more I miss Mom. Recalling her keen sense of humour even in the direst of circumstances has often reminded me to look for the best, even when things are seemingly at their worst. . .
Vast tracts of Western Canada are engulfed in flames this morning. Thousands of folks have been evacuated, houses have been destroyed and across three provinces the skies are filled with smoke and . . .
This past week marks a special time in the lives of North American. July 1. We Canucks celebrate our 148th birthday. Canada Day will be considerably less sparkly in our part of the country, though,. . .
Some time ago a friend sent me a lovely card. Sketched in pencil there's an image of a bird perched securely on a twig, beak open and lifted to the skies. A Chinese proverb reads: “A bird does not . . .
Our town buzzed with excitement this weekend, and rightly so. Next door, tears of joy mingled with the keen sense that things would never be the same and nothing could be closer to the truth. Over . . .
As part of the responsibilities connected with representing our member of parliament, I was asked to plan an event. Invitations are to be issued based upon specific criterion. As the scope of the . . .
Though I'm not a betting person, I do maintain that the cutlery in my kitchen drawer regularly gives birth to offspring. Honestly! If not, please explain that I now am the proud owner of twice as . . .
There's a lot happening around our house this week and emotions are mixed. Our son recently accepted a new out-of-province position that's definitely a step up in his career. While we're rejoicing . . .
When it comes to hobbies, crossword puzzles have got to be my first choice. Even after a day filled with writing articles or editing the work of other writers, I head to my recliner chair, put up . . .
Two years ago I published a book detailing some of the challenges I faced in my journey from pastor's wife to business owner. Never meant to be a heart-rendering chronicle of the emotional ups and . . .
According to news reports, it hit shortly after 8 p.m. last evening, Pacific Daylight Time, and was centred just 47 kilometres east southeast of where I live. It, being an earthquake, clocked in at. . .