I grew up listening to Bowie's music and found myself in the days following his death turning back to those old, familiar songs. I think that many others had the same idea. It seemed that everywhere I went, I would hear Bowie's music. I think we all needed to hear his voice again.
They answered the call when our country needed heroes; now we have the great privilege of caring for them. In honour of Remembrance Day, we'd like to introduce you to two of Canada's Second World War Veterans.
I understood the importance of the Toronto Maple Leafs as an institution when my dad took me to a Toronto Marlies game around 1973 and I caught my first puck. In my 10-year-old mind, that black piece of rubber was as close to hockey royalty as I could ever imagine touching.
I believe that EVERY father has a vital responsibility to ensure that, from their very earliest years, his daughters believe that they can succeed in whatever they want to do in life. And that they, too, have the same rights and privileges and opportunities as their brothers.
High atop a mountain, several hours' drive from the nearest tiny village, a young mother named Ganga went into labour. It was just days after the massive April 25 earthquake, and thousands of Nepali families were afraid to go inside their homes for fear the buildings would collapse in an aftershock. Ganga laboured publicly for two full days.
It is truly remarkable to see the numbers of people who had the opportunity to cross paths with the late Montreal Canadians hockey legend Jean Beliveau. Modest and selfless, this consummate gentleman has been described as one of the country's greatest sports ambassadors both on and off the ice.
There are cemeteries, burial plots, museums, and memorials all over the world that honour our Canadian Forces. If you're travelling overseas, here are a few international sites where you can pay your respects on November 11 or any day of the year.
Moving forward, we must never forget that we have the power to keep the peace, with every act, however great or small, and to shape Ottawa -- and the rest of the world -- now and for future generations.
When I met Joe Opatowski I was looking for a hero. My father had just died from cancer. I was 12-years-old and had read Craig Kielburger's book "Free the Children" and I suppose at the time, given my disposition with regards to my father's illness, I had grandiose questions and was looking for a hero.
My puppy, Yoshmenge, in the car. Despite recommendations to the contrary, I sometimes skip breakfast, as I did today. It