by PDR-Kellie | Nov 3, 2016 | Contemplations, Family, Manitoba, Nature, People, Poetry, The Pas, Writers, Writing 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...
by PDR-Kellie | Oct 27, 2016 | Family, News, People, Writing Life
It’s hard to write this, hard to be here. Most of you who read my blog might already know this from our other online connections but my brother died a week and a bit ago. I found out on the afternoon of Sunday the 16th, while I was launching my online course. I...
by PDR-Kellie | Mar 17, 2016 | Contemplations, First Nations, Issues, Manitoba, News, People, The Pas
“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,...
by PDR-Kellie | Apr 9, 2015 | Alberta, Art, People, Teaching, Writer-in-Residence, Writers, Writing Life
I’ve been in Calgary for almost two weeks and so far I’ve been to two plays, two movies, two readings (one of which was mine, and another tonight with Ian Williams), three art exhibits, two museums (counting the Glenbow, which is both museum and art gallery). I’ve...
by PDR-Kellie | Jan 29, 2015 | Contemplations, Music, Ontario, People, Recommended, Writing Life
I started this past Saturday night sipping dirty martinis with an old friend under a framed map of Rupert’s Land. A bright red swath swept northwest, right over present-day Manitoba and up to where The Pas would be. A scrawled date in black ink said...
by PDR-Kellie | Jan 1, 2015 | Family, Ontario, People
Last week, the crematorium where Ulrich had been sent burned to the ground. Once we got over the shock, we said, Of course it did. That has Ulrich’s fingers all over it, my brother said. He wasn’t one to do anything ordinarily. He had a flair for the...
