In July, I had the special privilege of spending a week at Blachford Lake Lodge with 25 teenage girls from across the territories and 10 talented and compassionate women facilitators. The teens were there for a revolutionary new sex ed program called FOXY that informs and inspires leadership through art. I was there to write
Yellowknife! The mysterious identity of the city’s cheekiest spokesbird has been keeping you awake at night. We know. We’ve lost sleep, too. So, with the permission of Flamin’ Raven, we at EDGEYK.com decided to squawk. (Lights centre-stage, curtains up, cue water-cooler banter) The tricky bird is none other than songster, comedian and Twitter Glitterati, Mel
On EDGE: Opinion First off, Tanya Tagaq’s is a challenging and unorthodox record. As a music fan, I’m glad it’s getting widespread attention in a world harried by too much bland pop. The woman can use her voice as a substitute for about four different instruments, and I’m glad it won the Polaris Prize last week.
photos courtesy Kirsten Murphy Folk singer James Keelaghan has said that of all the songs he’s written and shared with audiences worldwide, Kiri’s Piano resonates the most, inspiring “layer, upon layer, upon layer” of stories and art. On Wednesday, he’ll be in Yellowknife for its latest incarnation, a big-screen, 15-minute film interpretation by local director
An 1,800-kilometre road trip from Okotoks, Alta., to Yellowknife can take the shine off a family summer vacation. It’s dangerous territory inside a car with three boys with low boredom thresholds once the chocolate chip cookies have been demolished and iPod batteries are as exhausted as an NWT firefighter. A little distraction was needed. Enter
Since graduating from university and moving back to Yellowknife, there are a few questions I get asked a lot: How does it feel to be done? (Bit of a relief. Glad I didn’t blow my GPA at the end.) Do you have a job? (Yes, sensibly and productively employed.) Where are you living? It’s the
I’ve just flipped the page of my calendar that’s fastened to my wall,It told me summer’s overand now it will be fall. But gee, it’s still quite warm out and the sun is shining strong,the birch trees’ leaves have changedtheir suits,the alders tagged along. One last burst of colour while standing on the hill,The big
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Evidently bored with the 50th Street properties it spent almost $1 million acquiring three years ago, City Council is now pinning its hopes for downtown redevelopment on a new Field of Dreams, the 50/50 land it wants to buy for $1.45 million. Empty and on the market for more than a decade, the oddly-shaped patch
by Ruth Bowen | illustration by Kris Schlagintweit When I saw the ad to volunteer at a remote lodge in the Northwest Territories during the winter season, I almost didn’t apply. I was 56 and surely they would want the young and fit, those able to move mountains of snow and heft a tree on each
This MRI of Kelsey Magill’s brain was used by doctors to determine the extent of her injury in 2010. | image courtesy of Kelsey Magill by Kelsey Magill I planted my feet and braced for the hit. Her weight pushed me hard and fast. My head swung back quickly, pulling the muscles around my throat,
photos Pablo Saravanja I grew up in Yellowknife and now make it my passion by painting scenes of the city and the surrounding area that are both real and imagined. I was in the news this summer as the artist behind “The Wildcat Cafe T-shirt fiasco,” which I now embrace as a blessing in disguise.
After moving to Yellowknife almost two years ago as a heavily shorn, near-hairless military man, I noticed the majority of men here sport facial hair of some shape or size. As well, images of great bearded pioneers, miners and explorers in days of olde abound. Even X-Men’s Wolverine is said to have originated in the
September 10/12 A loud CRAWK announced that ravens had decided to accept my offer of food. A big, black raven sat on the railing looking in the door. I took that as a hint he would like a treat, put out pieces of bacon, and took photos while he ate. I called him Big Guy.
by Lynda Comerford Tea and cookies are spread out on a homey kitchen table on a Sunday afternoon. The sun pours in through a big window and the patio doors frame the antics of a zealous little squirrel. “I don’t want to move out of this house,” says Barb Bromley, “but I can see that it’s