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Gift Getting

As I write this, sitting at my office desk, my mother and sister are painting my kitchen. Free labour, we joked with the guy who came to deliver J.’s and my new fridge this morning but, in truth, they offered. I meant to get the kitchen painted, I told them over coffee, but the fall’s […]

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Announcing The Pas Writer-in-Residence 2016

I am so excited to announce that Halifax-based writer Lorri Neilsen Glenn will be coming north to The Pas next spring (May 3-June 15) to be our second Writer-in-Residence at The Pas Regional Library, thanks to funding from the Manitoba Arts Council! With roots in Manitoba, including The Pas, Lorri has a wealth of teaching […]

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Where There’s Smoke

  My husband is reading The Road. You know, the post-apocalyptic Cormac McCarthy novel where the world is blanketed in ash and everything is burnt or burning. It’s a fitting setting for the situation in Western Canada this summer. To the south of us, 30-some kilometres away, a fire is burning, which a friend of […]

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Being Boring

Last Tuesday, J. and I went to the Lido, the historic local theatre here in The Pas. Built in 1929, the place happens to be one of the few remaining atmospheric theatres, in which an “atmospheric design transported [the audience] to an exotic European courtyard or garden,” according to Wikipedia. In our case, we saw […]

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Leaving on a Jet Plane

By the time you read this, I’ll be leaving on a jet plane. Bye, bye, Calgary, forever known to me now – my friend M. said Monday night over a meal of olives, oysters, devilled eggs, pork belly, purple cabbage slaw, strawberry-basil cheesecake, cocktails, and wine – as the city where I learned how to […]

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Aurora Borealis

I haven’t been sleeping well. My head full of stuff that needs doing as I prepare for Calgary, and too many true-crime mini-documentaries watched on Netflix. Torturing myself with stories of random violence, not without reason, for this is a theme I’m exploring in my new book. Said book, however, is stalled, needing, I think, […]

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Holes

Ice-fishing is not unlike art-making. You go to your spot, drill down, drop a fine line and wait to haul a gleaming fish from the hidden current. Be careful, though. They’re slippery, these creatures, and you can fumble if you don’t concentrate, if you don’t know what you’re doing. That fine catch can drop with […]

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Bad Dogs

Last week, J. tells me, he and Mowat were out on the trail behind our house with a few other dogs and dog owners. They were having a great time – the dogs, that is, the owners would have been hunched inside their down jackets, stamping their feet on the ground to stay warm. Then, […]

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Open Doors: The Pas Writer-in-Residence Position

On the last Monday of my Writer-in-Residence gig in The Pas, I got locked inside the library. Not the part with all the books, but the back room, what’s called the Annex. In that space, under the humming lights, with tea made in the staff kitchen, with the sounds of snow-machines flying by on the […]

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Shining a Light

A couple days ago, at 12 noon, I looked out the back windows of our house, the ones that face south, showing the silver strip of Grace Lake through the bald diamond poplars, and noticed how low the sun was. I squinted and pinched out a distance of only about 13 centimeters, and realized, like […]

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