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<b>Column: This is one old woman who’s learned to like (but not love) winter</b>

Column: This is one old woman who’s learned to like (but not love) winter

The cold season is not without merit, argues Erna de Burger-Fex, but it has a definite downside
Reflections: Just enjoy waking up on this side of the grass, that’s positive aging

Reflections: Just enjoy waking up on this side of the grass, that’s positive aging

Far from being a burden, aging means more freedom, says our resident expert Erna de Burger-Fex
An old woman's opinions on logos, litter and dog logs

An old woman's opinions on logos, litter and dog logs

Clean up after yourself, people
Column: I found some interesting things at the library in Lively

Column: I found some interesting things at the library in Lively

There's lots of great stories about Creighton
July 1 reflection: Thank you Canada for liberating my homeland

July 1 reflection: Thank you Canada for liberating my homeland

On Canada Day, Erna de Burger-Fex reflects on the impact this country made on the people of the Netherlands
A 74-year-old woman on the conundrum of turning 75

A 74-year-old woman on the conundrum of turning 75

Erna de Burger-Fex reflects on her upcoming birthday
Column: Immigrant mom showed courage in face of adversity

Column: Immigrant mom showed courage in face of adversity

Erna de Burger-Fex reflects on her mother's life
Column: Were the 'good old days' really so great?

Column: Were the 'good old days' really so great?

Erna de Burger-Fex recalls the days before indoor plumbing
Here's a reminder of spring on this snowy day

Here's a reminder of spring on this snowy day

Are there flowers more welcome than tulips in spring? These glorious flowers are filled with the hope and promise of wonderful things to come. That alone is why I love them.
Column: The challenges of a 1951 immigrant in Canada

Column: The challenges of a 1951 immigrant in Canada

Once again, I could hear my mother crying in the night. I jammed the pillow over my head to drown out that awful sound. My own tears kept falling as well.