The Way I See It

By: Daniela Ginta

Daniela Ginta is a mother, scientist, writer and blogger. She can be reached at [email protected], or through her blog.

Compassion builds a better Kamloops

November 6, 2017 - 6:41am

KAMLOOPS — It was almost midnight, almost Friday, when I started writing this. The house was quiet and warm and outside sudden wind gusts were throwing snow up in the air creating white ghosts that seemed unable to make up their minds which way to go. The heavy snow that started the night before draped thick over the city and surroundings.

The many sides of a perpetuating story

October 23, 2017 - 6:10am

KAMLOOPS — If you are even somewhat immersed in social media, you have likely come across the hashtag campaign #MeToo, spurred by the recent accusations of sexual harassment and assault by famous movie producer Harvey Weinstein. A lot of women came forward to tell their own stories of encountering the media mogul and, headline after headline, the ugliness kept flowing. It has also spilled in Canada, with the recent sexual allegations against the Just for Laughs founder, Gilbert Rozon.

You are human before anything else; it’s what’s left behind

October 16, 2017 - 7:08am

KAMLOOPS — Saturday was a cold, wet, and slightly dreary day, though rain was such precious commodity during the summer that I cannot get myself to dislike it, no matter how much I miss the sun. On our way to the farmer’s market, my oldest son and I bumped into Vaughn Warren, who was as enthusiastic as ever about the time capsule that was about to be attached to the new Freemont Block sign he was recently commissioned to restore. Come by the Makerspace between 3 and 5 today, he said, so you can sign a postcard for the time capsule.

Giving thanks with more than words

October 9, 2017 - 5:00am Updated: October 9, 2017 - 11:13am

KAMLOOPS — One of the simplest and profound joys of every day is stepping outside in early morning to hike with my dog. I will call it overwhelming gratefulness because that is the best way to describe how perfect a dusty trail that separates meadows of dry, yellow grasses, climbs into a sky so blue it defies the very definition of the colour blue itself. It makes gratefulness for the smallest things even more of a daily concept I should heed before I do anything else. 

Kamloops is still a good place to be

October 2, 2017 - 5:38am

KAMLOOPS — There’s this curious phenomenon that happens to many of our family’s out-of-town guests when they come for a visit: they fall in love with Kamloops. Sure, for most of the year, hills are dry, though the wild west appeal is certainly present and charming. The summer of 2017 was painfully smoky for long enough to scare away visitors and make us all feel shortchanged when the leaves started turning.

In memoriam Christopher Seguin - Living to the fullest, giving to the fullest

September 25, 2017 - 5:35am Updated: September 25, 2017 - 8:30am

KAMLOOPS — On Friday morning during a hike with a friend and our dogs, the conversation drifted towards what it means to live with gratefulness and to not take people for granted. I carried those thoughts with me throughout the day, wondering yet again, how to best convey what is of value and worthiness to my sons, so they can build their journeys in a way that matters. Not just to themselves, but to those they love and are loved by, as well as to countless others they can help along the way. Because that’s what makes everything worthwhile.

Live and let live – Does it still apply?

September 18, 2017 - 6:11am

KAMLOOPS — Two years ago on a sunny early afternoon in June while driving to Vancouver, my family and I witnessed something that has yet to be surpassed in absurdity and, I've got to say, horror. Passing a lady riding her motorbike up the hill past Merritt, we noticed that she was texting while driving. Distracted driving taken to a whole new level. Talk about a teachable moment for the boys and a new level of awareness for us adults.

What about the kids?

September 11, 2017 - 5:11am

KAMLOOPS — A few years ago, when my sons were still in public school (now homeschooled), we would get a lunch program to peruse and choose from if we wanted to. We chose nothing, not because we’re fussy, but because the options were deplorable.

One of the options was called taco salad. ‘It’s a salad made of tortilla chips, Mom,’ my oldest announced a couple of weeks later, rather bemused, when he got to see the very dish. No matter how you turn it, that is not food.