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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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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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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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Dark Beauty

Last year, I worked for awhile with a guy who grew up in The Pas. We talked often about the danger of the place (not because of the people, but because of the sheer power of the surrounding wilderness). It was taking me awhile, I confessed, to get accustomed to the understanding that all around […]

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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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Homecoming

I’ve been back home for just over a week. So far, 2015 has been a bit of a whirlwind. You know this if you regularly read my blog, or follow me on Facebook, but I spent January and February at my mom’s place, helping ride the waves in the wake of my stepfather’s death, came […]

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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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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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And… Blast Off!

Last night we launched the first-ever Writer-in-Residence program in The Pas, with me as the writer, in residence at The Pas Regional Library.  The whole project is being funded by the Manitoba Arts Council (thank you!) and will take us from these unseasonably chilly (sorry, Calgary: no complaints here!) September days right through to Christmas […]

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Southern Seduction

Last week, when J. and I were back in Ontario, we spent two hours one afternoon looking (in part) for gluten-free Worcestershire sauce. It seemed ridiculous, and yet familiar. Often, when we lived there, we would find ourselves setting out on hours-long missions to collect all the food and other items we needed or felt […]

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