As a six-year-old, I always had trouble understanding why I could not have my favourite Mexican candy before dinner. I thought it was unjust that I was not allowed to satisfy my hunger in a manner I saw fit. I felt my freedom was constantly restricted and that my parents did not want me to be a happy child. Back then I believed freedom was doing whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted; therefore I wanted to be free and have my candy.

In loving memory of Dad

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After his long battle against non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, my father, Robert Paul Murphy, passed from this world on Holy Saturday, April 7.

Spring into summer

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Spring fever always seems to hit me really hard. When the sun starts to shine a little brighter and the snow starts to melt, I can’t help but get excited. Actually seeing my deck again and not a blanket of white is encouraging each time I look out the window. I love it when I can walk outside without gigantic boots and wear just a light jacket instead of a huge parka. It always makes me smile to feel the sun’s warmth on my face and not have to cover it up with a scarf. I just love spring!

Become a leader today

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All my life I have struggled against traditional limitations placed on leaders in the Catholic Church. It was always taken for granted that those who wanted to pursue religious lives were restricted to the traditional roles of priests or nuns, but I know I am meant for the married life, so I never thought of becoming a religious.

Ain’t no Pussycat Doll

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I was flipping through channels the other night when a new TV show caught my eye. The show was about a group of girls auditioning to be the next Pussycat Doll by singing, dancing and showing off their personalities... whilst being half naked in heels. Whoa!

Wake up to the Risen Son

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I am not a morning person. I automatically hit the snooze button a couple of times before I finally drag myself out of bed. But during Lent I got a wake up call that I couldn’t ignore.

We are God’s hands

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Every day I hear people all around me say, “We are so blessed to live in Canada,” and I agree. There is a plethora of resources, an abundance of food, warmth, shelter, career advancement opportunities and let’s not forget beauty. Every time I hear comments like this I am filled with ease, but at the same time I cringe.

We are God’s hands

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Every day I hear people all around me say, “We are so blessed to live in Canada,” and I agree. There is a plethora of resources, an abundance of food, warmth, shelter, career advancement opportunities and let’s not forget beauty. Every time I hear comments like this I am filled with ease, but at the same time I cringe.

Cheating cheats cheaters

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I still remember my first English class in high school. I was in Grade 9 and it was period two. The teacher walked in, smiled and got right down to business. The first item on her agenda was plagiarism.

Ashes help Catholics stand out

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I have always looked forward to Ash Wednesday. Ever since I could remember, there was something about receiving an unusual mark on my forehead that got me excited. Maybe when I was a bit younger I didn’t understand everything about Lent or why we were receiving ashes on our heads, but there was that special mystery to it that I remember enjoying as a child.


Cheating cheats cheaters

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I still remember my first English class in high school. I was in Grade 9 and it was period two. The teacher walked in, smiled and got right down to business. The first item on her agenda was plagiarism.