A Request
Sometimes words are not enought and, yet, sometimes they are all we have. Donna Leskosek reaches out in her writing about the unfairness of cancer and the way that we drift from social circles and become familiar with the unthinkable.
11 Rules for Getting Along with Others
Getting along with others takes practice. Whether you apply this to your work life or personal life, Donna Leskosek provides 11 easy ways to foster smooth realationships.
Remembering Reg
Donna Leskoesek shares the story of generational connection and a Remembrance Day wedding.
You and Me
Donna Leskosek writes about being the keeper of memories and histories. You came into my life so long ago. Your chubby little hands left fingerprints on my soul. You changed faces and names. I kept the bits and pieces of the life you missed and … Read more →
Thinking of Kienan: Hope and Support in Sparwood
The disappearance of three-year-old Kienan Hebert in Sparwood, British Columbia plays on our worst fears, and brings to light our strongest hopes. Donna Leskosek lives in Sparwood, the town from which Kienan was taken, allegedly by local resident Randall Hopley.
I Admit It: I Like My Job
Donna Leskosek knows the secret to success: feeding your soul is more important than big bucks and prestige career, jobs, when it comes to a career.
Taming the Beast — Anger in Children
Donna Leskosek has spent years working with children and trying to understand life from their perspective. In this insightful article, she talks about how she deals with kids of all ages who are in the midst of tantrums. What she doesn’t do is just as important as what she does do.
Ode to My Husband on Father’s Day
My husband is a good man. He has good values, a kind heart and he is very hard working. He is an exceptionally good father. From the moment he held our children — and even before that — I knew they would always be safe with him.
The House of My Heart
It is just a house, an old Cape Cod that was ostentatious when it was built many, many years ago. The red roof will need to be replaced. When it was first put on, my great uncle Howard was still alive and capable of roofing with the help of my … Read more →
Our Dog, Max
Max was neurotic, he didn’t play well with others, he constantly ran away, and once he even bit his own offspring. Even so, he was a well-loved dog.


































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