In eight days I am having surgery. I am terrified about this, but first, something to look forward to: on Sunday, Jan. 30, TLC is premiering its two-hour “television event,” the Kennedy Home Movies. It is a story about these people, in this video, a teaser so beautiful it made me cry: It is also a story about Winnipeg, which is why I’m blogging about it. Because in my story, the Kennedys and Winnipeg are woven together, warp and weft and impossible to pick apart. I grew up loving the Kennedys, because my father loved the Kennedys. In Grade 5, for an essay project, I [...click for more...]

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News today that the Paddlewheel Queen may have made its last voyage down the Red. The news tugs memories, the memories tug a heartache, and the heartache nudges a synapse that can only be appeased by writing the memories down. I loved that boat. I haven’t been on it for years.   When you’re a child and everything is fresh and you haven’t yet learned that there’s nothing in Winnipeg, the muddy waters are as magic as azure coast and the places they go are fit for pirates and princesses. I was a little girl. We set ourselves up on the bow, [...click for more...]

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