Warning – The following contains topics and details that some may find disturbing.
My first husband beat me. Violently, relentlessly and without remorse. Until I finally left.
I don’t talk to a lot of people about the past. Most of my friends have no idea. The gap that exists in all my years between high school and when I started my family and began reconnecting with people through this new fangled thing called social media is large and full of stories, good and bad. Keep Reading..
Why are we cutting down our protected areas, right before we protect them? It has happened before in Joggins. And this month, yet another story came out about a golf course being plotted for an ecologically unique area, in Little Harbour, previously listed for protected designation. A former Liberal MLA, Michel Samson, was hired to lobby his former Liberal colleagues on behalf of a developer for this plan. It seems being a politician in Nova Scotia is no more than a key to the club for long term interference in our policies and programs. And our old forests that were to be conserved seem to be disappearing faster than before? Keep Reading!
Today, I am sitting here, trying to be calm and trying harder not to cry. I have cried far too much over the past year. First due to constant pain, and then due to horrible consequences I have faced, caused by the Government of Nova Scotia and the mismanagement of the healthcare system in this province. It is important that you read this, and very sincerely consider what I am about to tell you. Keep Reading!
To my girls.
It is Mother’s Day.
And I am overwhelmed with emotions this year, in volumes I have not felt before.
I have always been a bit of an emotional mess on this one day every year, due to the gratitude I have that you are mine. Thankful for the world you opened up for me, through your eyes. The adventures we have had. The love I never felt before. But this year is different. Keep Reading!
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What do you do when you live in Cape Breton, you have a doctor shortage, two hospitals are slated to close, ERs are almost always closed, there is a chronic shortage of ambulances and the Minister of Health refuses to talk to you and your citizens group? You load into buses and travel 160 kms to close the causeway for an hour and march with 150 of your like minded fellow Capers. In a snow storm.
“I became a journalist because I did not want to rely on newspapers for information.”
Living in the Maritimes, it is easy to go decades without a complete understanding of a troubling, and perhaps even corrupted system of government and an obvious state of corporate capture. We expect our governments to be transparent and open. We expect them to operate in the best interests of the province and the people who live and work here, pay taxes here and vote here. And we think we have access to facts and details on the high jinks in government, whether it is regulatory work, financial operations or legislative effort, because we have the press out there supposedly living up to the principles by which they are agreed to. We think the media will alert us to inconvenient truths, will pry for minutiae on the deals and agreements being made, and will dig deeper into and follow up on initiatives. It isn’t until you are embroiled in some conflict or disagreement with government on a very specific and personal level, that you start to look more closely and pay deeper attention.
If you have been listening to the discussion around clear cutting and glyphosate spraying in the province, you will know that Prof. Lahey presented a Forestry Review, three months ago, months after its anticipated completion. You will also know that the NS Liberal Government has failed to respond to this review since it was presented. Keep Reading!
Growing up, we were told not to call people names. It was a rule in life we learned right along with, don’t hit or steal, or lie or bully. Share. Be kind. Don’t stare. Simple little rules to live by that made you a nice person. We learn it from childhood. And when you call people names you don’t get to pretend to be doing it to be funny. You are trying to hurt or demean someone. So in turn, you don’t stand by and allow someone else to do it to you, or others either. Keep Reading!
I have been trying to free myself up a bit to come back to the Unified Health story since the day I wrote the last blog….
Much has happened or exposed itself, quickly in the days after my blog was posted. I heard from many folks, and received further details from members of the health care system in NS. Like many employees, people are shy about exposing their employers’ (NS Liberals) poor choices, but they did let me in on some really good information.