For a million reasons, we love it here in New Brunswick. But what we’ve learned about living in a bilingual province has been very telling, particularly on the cultural side.
Everyone loves a happy ending, right? But real life doesn’t always come with a nice, tidy bow on top.
I’m 66, and I like who I am. Or, more precisely, I like who I’ve become in this, my “last quarter.” But do I like who I was at 18? Not so much, especially in retrospect.
Everyone talks about landing a “dream job,” but how often does that actually happen?
Partly as a result of this anti-Trudeau sentiment, Western separatism was on the rise and a separatist party called the Western Canada Concept decided to hold a rally at the Jubilee Auditorium in Edmonton in November 1980.
Hard to believe, but it’s been five years since my friend and I pulled into the driveway after dark, with a disintegrated rear tire and most of my wife’s and my worldly possessions in tow.
We finally had one foot in New Brunswick, where we really wanted to be. We just didn’t know exactly when we would move here or what our life here would look like.
My East-Coast-born and raised wife, Michele, lived in Alberta for 37 years and she never once wavered from calling the Maritimes “home”.
How we see ourselves - self-identification - is at the heart of everything we do. Can we operate outside our own self-image?
