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canada completed journalism journalist nonfiction opportunity

During the first 30 years of my journalistic career in the second half of the 20th century, good jobs of all kinds were available all over Canada. Those of us born in the 1930s and early '40s were in great demand because our generation was very small when the post-World War II boom began. I earned generous fees working mainly freelance at home or in the offices of clients.
"GLIMPSES..."  is the story of all the stories my work involved: the who, what, when, where, why, and how of people I met, our society's attitudes, my networks, lessons learned, mistakes made, many good times and some very bad ones. I hope to reveal how it felt to be a Canadian worker from the 1950s until about 2000, to provide perspective on why those years were the way they were, and perhaps offer clues as to how they led us to Now.
(Note that chapters become shorter as the tale grows longer.)All Rights Reserved

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Memoirs of A Healer/Clinical Social Worker: Autobiography of Bruce Whealton

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