What Happens at the End
This journey began a few years ago with a chance encounter at a Christmas party. Among the people sitting at my table was a doctor from the palliative care unit at the Foothills Hospital. I [...]
Eugene Stickland
Eugene Stickland
Theatre Goes South
Sometime in 1995. Another evening, another fundraiser, this one at the Red and White Club in Calgary. I’ve been trotted out as a celebrity, along with the other usual suspects: a radio talk show [...]
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The Plans to Strip-Mine Coal in the Mountains
It looks like spectacular wild country, but some see it more as a big money sandwich.
The top layer of that sandwich is comprised of alpine grasses, forget-me-nots and stonecrop, glacier lilies and ancient, brave pines whose branches have been gnarled and weathered by centuries of wind. In summer, solitaires and ...
Herd Memory
On a cold day in February, I flew over the tightly knit stands of black spruce and jack pine in northwestern Alberta, straining my eyes below, eager to catch sight of a woodland caribou. My dad, a wildlife biologist, called them the “grey ghosts” of the boreal. Woodland caribou have ...
The Big Man in Cargo Shorts
Leonard was the first to find him. The man was face down in the school’s outdoor learning space, next to a planter of basil. He was fat, his calves the size of a turkey dinner, his hair a gnarled mess of seaweed. Leonard wondered if the man was dead and ...