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My Story by Janine Pynn I was always overweight as a kid, was never athletic, and I dreaded gym class. Especially track and field, because I was always the last to be picked for any team, and always came in last place. I remember going to the doctor as a child to talk about […]
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Mr. Nice Guy, that’s me. And it’s a shame, too. Because nice and kind are two different things. And sometimes to be kind, you can’t default to being too nice. Here’s what I mean by that. The difference between nice and kind is that sometimes you want to be nice. You want to go along […]
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Both sides of my family are Dutch immigrants who came over to Canada after World War II. Like many immigrants they had to learn a new language and deal with prejudice. Canada’s attitudes towards immigration were different at that time. My Mom sometimes talks about being referred to as a “dirty DP” when she was […]
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Well. This page is staring at me and I owe it words. And I’m scared in a weird way. I’m scared that I am not a good enough writer. There are writers who are giants of talent compared to me. I’m not scared because I can’t write. I can write a little bit. I’m scared […]
