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House Hunting

Last week, J. and I went south to shop for a new house. After a long day of driving, we backed our tent trailer into what could have been the worst car camping site we’ve ever occupied: zero shade, edging the trail to the beach, and monitored by two bored children on bikes who alternated […]

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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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Mixed Tape: Erna Buffie’s Let Us Be True

Today, Winnipeg-based writer and film-maker Erna Buffie launches my new series, Mixed Tape (read about it and its sister project, CanLit Collections) with a meditation on the role music played in her debut novel Let Us Be True, and a song-list. Says Erna: The challenge of creating a mixed tape for Let Us Be True made me […]

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Firelight Interview Series: Ariel Gordon

Who are you? I’m a forty-one-year-old six-foot-tall smart aleck from Winnipeg. Which is a city that always has a hat in its bag but prefers a bare head and frost-plumped eyelashes. Which is a city that shivers on the threshold between practical and artsy. I write urban/nature poems, mostly, but also creative-non-fiction essays about trees, […]

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Travels with Swarm

THIN AIR was absolutely fantastic! Such an amazing opportunity to meet readers and writers and literature lovers, including a group of keen creative kids at Vincent Massey Collegiate. The questions they asked after my reading there were better than some posed by adults. I anticipate a few new writers will be emerging out of this […]

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Landscapes

At dawn, J. drove me north to The Pas airport where I climbed on board a commuter plane that rose up over Clearwater Lake, headed for Flin Flon. Stared into the sun rising over the network of water and land that is northern Manitoba. Switched sides after the plane dropped its passengers and then we […]

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Wild, Wild West

I heard the wolves this morning. At 5 a.m., the sky studded with quartz flakes of stars, the snow creaking into the cold night. I’d just come in from letting Mowat out and heard them when I climbed back into bed. An eerie far-off howling that accentuated the silence. It seemed fitting. I’ve been thinking […]

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