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Elvis in a bell jar
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If the city is a blight, and the suburbs a cancer, then the empty husks of brick and mortar must be the atrophied heart, beating out a few final spasms. The muted roaring of...
Winnipeg ghost-fish in winter
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Manitoba? it used to be a lake — a sea, nearly, and Winnipeg was a swamp. It teemed with life: fish, mammals, sea monsters. Today, as the breadbasket of the world, we raise our...
What’s my excuse?
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We were born here, what’s your excuse?
having moved to Winnipeg almost five years ago from my hometown of Dawson Creek, B.C., this is a question I am often asked to answer. This slogan greets...
Leave the lettuce alone!
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“Please tell the man I didn’t kill anyone, I’m just tryin’ to have me some fun.” — John Prine
As you read this, our federal government is pushing for House approval Bill S-10, a bill...
Winnipeg, what an experience
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What can I say about the city known as the ’Peg. This is what I know: muddy waters, the centre (heart) of this continent, “Winterpeg” — this is where I was born. The experience...
Our communal backyard
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my favourite place in Winnipeg is the stretch of Churchill Drive that runs from the pump house just off of Jubilee Avenue and Cockburn Street to the St. Vital Bridge on Osborne Street. It’s...
Music you can count on
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yes, winnipeg is tiny, and that sucks for a lot of reasons. I can’t tell you how often I check imaginary text messages to avoid an ex-boyfriend on the bus. On the other hand,...
