A few years ago my aunt told me about my cousin’s friend’s term (are you still following?) for the new suburbs popping up in Calgary: ‘dozer bait’. As in — they are so poorly planned and constructed that they are just going to be bait for bulldozers in the coming zombie apocalypse. I always liked… Read More
Rush hour, rural Alberta
Some days on a dirt road only one car might pass. Some roads probably only feel the grip of a tire on its back once a week. Or less, who knows. Summer and winter are the slowest times, when the countryside feels most empty, and the skies the biggest. However, in spring and in fall,… Read More
Where the heart lies
I can’t explain it, but as I stood on the edge of the Red River this morning, I could feel my ancestors standing there with me. And I felt an overwhelming sense of love and emotion. There is something to be said for pausing and remembering in a space where your ancestors once lived. And… Read More