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Moving On

I just remembered it’s Thursday, my blog day. Sitting in our empty house, in the dining room where Griffy peed all over the floor when it was just plywood and studs and we’d gone away for a few weeks (our poor cat-sitters…). Mowat’s beside me, catching some zzzz’s, and J.’s gone to tow our boat […]

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Changes

Well, here we go: after four and a half years in the beautiful north, we are saying ‘see you later’ to The Pas. Last weekend, in the midst of packing boxes and preparations for our yard sale, J. got a call and, to make a long story short, early this week he was offered a […]

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On the Move!

Yesterday, J. and I signed the papers at the lawyer’s office. It’s official: our house is sold! We have to be out of here by July 8th (gulp!) and while that’s a wee bit, um, stressful, the universe does seem to be smiling upon us. Through a couple random turns of fate, we connected with […]

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Change in the Air

So, spring. Change in the air. Our backyard a sudden chaos of birdsong: the chattering boat-tailed grackles, the red-winged blackbirds shrieking as they puff out their red patches, the sweet chirping of the robins. Yesterday, I took Mowat for a run on a dyke further up Rahl’s Island and heard the frogs, happily chanting on […]

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Poetry: What’s the Point?

It’s poetry month, and I’ve been doing NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). Each morning, I grab my phone, check out the day’s prompt, ignore the prompt (usually) and then write a poem or three. Most of them are about my brother (big surprise) or somehow twist their way back to him, meaning, I suppose, that I’m working […]

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Wild and Precious Life

Home. Giving myself some time. Taking a few days to rest, process, walk the dog, knit, read, take photographs, sip tea and keep walking this trail… My compatriot, Pam Bustin, put this poem by Mary Oliver up on her blog on Tuesday, and it gave me peace and solace and a finger pointing towards the bigger […]

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Come Visit Like a Local

This August, J. and I returned home from our canoe trip to hear the bad news about The Pas. At the library, where I work part-time, the staff – two of whom have husbands who work at the mill – were reeling. In such a small town, when the main employer leaves, everyone is hurt. […]

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Holding Fast for Nineteen Years

I looked up the etymology of tenacity this morning, and discovered that it comes from the Latin tenax which means ‘holding fast’ (the original meaning of fast being ‘to hold firmly’). I like this. I like the idea of holding one’s dreams and intentions and desires firmly in one’s heart. Because that’s what I’ve been doing, […]

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The Tribe

On Tuesday, I drove to the airport to pick up Garry Thomas Morse, a writer from Winnipeg who read last night as a special guest at the launch of The Pas Regional Library’s Writer-in-Residence program. Then we stopped in to meet Lorri Neilsen Glenn, our writer-in-residence, who’d arrived that afternoon in the north. She’s staying in a […]

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Fend for Yourself

“We need a … youth complex, a youth centre, somewhere for the kids to go and hangout and have some fun,” the hockey coach in Pimicikamak Cree Nation (Cross Lake) told CBC last week. “There are no arts, music, dance or self-defence programs, Harold Nachbaur said, leaving young people with nothing to do and nowhere to […]

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