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Frybread and Film

The Cree word for grandmother is kôkom and last Sunday’s full moon was Mikisewipisim, the Eagle Moon, when the eagles return to this territory. These are things I’ve learned living up here, and I’m eager to know more, so I’m excited to attend what I can of the first annual Storytellers Film Festival, an event […]

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One Year

It’s been one year plus two days since J. and I arrived in the cold winter of The Pas. To mark the occasion, we made a calendar of our photos to give away to a few people at Christmas. Thought I’d share the images, and details of where they were taken. And, by the way: […]

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St. Andrew's College

Carpe Diem! at St. Andrew’s College

Remember Dead Poets Society? I saw that film when I was a teenager and still remember the moody aura of that ivy-league all-boys’ school in autumn Vermont. Shot at St. Andrew’s School in Middletown, Delaware, the movie did a good job of portraying the life of smart, sensitive, lost, lonely and desirous young men at […]

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at the holocaust museum

When my brother was living in Baltimore a few years back, I went south to see him. He took my husband and I to the Holocaust Museum in nearby D.C. I remember the exhibit on eugenics and the excellent display about the rise of Nazi power. But what I remember most of all was that […]

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And, we’re back…

It’s been nearly a year since I let my blog slump into oblivion – whatever oblivion is possible on the web, which is actually not oblivion at all but more like that heap of greeting cards that ends up stuffed in a drawer. Until you cut them up into cute little gift tags or decide […]

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fungal tree

taking a break

Busy, busy, busy. Working ten-hour days this week, while the world outside shifts between grey skies and sunshine, edged in cold and warm, air weighted in moments with humidity. Off to Uxbridge tomorrow for an assignment, while another lies all over my desk like an exploded bomb. In the midst of it all, bum sore […]

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ghost or no ghost?

Back in the 1800s, so the story goes, the city of Jackson, Michigan, 75 miles west of Detroit, was given the choice between state prison or state university. Living in an industrial age, they clearly saw the advantages of having plenty of prisoners around: cheap labour to keep the factories functioning. But these days, that […]

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strike that one off the list

On Sunday, I fulfilled one of my travel goals. It was a modest one: not like yurting in Mongolia or walking the moors or crossing the ocean from the old world to the new a la my ancestors. Instead, this place I’ve always wanted to see is relatively close to my home and can be […]

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