Right before moving to Yellowknife I traded my air conditioner for a 25 kg sack of malted barley. If you didn’t already know, this is the primary ingredient for making beer. While Yellowknife might be some kilometres shy of the Barrenlands, it’s still a craft beer desert. So, while I wouldn’t be needing an air
When Jo Kelly arrived in Yellowknife, she came with a dog team. In 2001, almost everyone who kept sled dogs lived in Kam Lake. It was a no brainer. Kelly rented a property on Curry Drive and loved the access to wide open spaces to run her dogs. Back then, the neighborhood was the kind
It’s a barroom debate that often rages on during post-game conversations at the Monkey Tree, Black Knight or Coyotes; who is the Bo Jackson of Yellowknife? Who is the best that this town has to offer when it comes to athletic exploits? This is a list that friends and I have discussed ad nauseam over
How I Got Here In June of 2011 I returned to Lunenburg, Nova Scotia after spending 11 months circumnavigating the world as Purser on a Tall Ship. To this day I have no words to truly describe that experience, but I can say that upon my return I neither knew where to be, nor what
In Yellowknife, we have many non-profit organizations trying to accomplish a variety of projects. Sometimes it can overwhelm an organization, but it doesn’t have to, and good project management can be the difference between success and disaster. With nearly 20 years of varying project experience, I have discovered effective project management is the same no
On EDGE: Opinion Peter Sheldon We didn’t mind our husky pulling so hard on her leash. After all, we’d trapped her in the Trailer all day, and there really isn’t much in the Trailer for an animal like this except that big plush couch, and admittedly she wasn’t too upset about that, until the prospect
EDGEitorial Putting five per cent of royalties into the Heritage Fund is short-sighted and irresponsible I’ve long felt financial success has less to do with how you spend your daily earnings and more about how you deal with a windfall. While it’s always tempting to spend it, deep down we all know it usually makes
How Yellowknife’s ravens turn up the heat story by Brad Heath | illustration by Alison McCreesh It was -52 (with wind chill) on a bitterly cold December morning when I noticed a frosty raven hunkered down on a streetlight shining on Franklin Avenue, even though the sun was visible through ice fog. I’ve often heard
photo courtesy David Gilday If you follow sports in Yellowknife, you’ll be familiar with the amazing highs and lows of short track speed skater Michael Gilday. The 27-year-old – ranked 10th overall at the world championships and first overall in Canada – battled back from injuries to make Canada’s Olympic team! When he gets to
Let’s be honest, Yellowknife is a bit lacking in places for angry teenage girls to vent. You could aim your fury at a hoop or a net, drown it out with an instrument, hide it beneath school work or, if you’re like me, spend four years in a black box attempting to stifle it with
How I Got Here The ninth of ten children, I was born on a particularly cold February day in 1979. Taking me home from the hospital, the air was full of tiny snowflakes my mum and dad had not seen since their days living in sub-Saharan Africa. They were the tiny dry snowflakes normally associated
On EDGE: Opinion Amber Ruddy Confidence levels among independent business owners in the Northwest Territories are on the rise in 2013, according to survey results, even though some say they are foregoing opportunities due to lack of staff. The majority of businesses surveyed by the Canadian Federation of Independent Businesses operate in Yellowknife, so this
Old Town Versifier: Anthony Foliot When I met you on the sidewalk, you seemed to eat me with your eyes. I wondered if you’d notice, did you realize… I’m Vulnerable. Vulnerable Then you introduced me to your ‘friend’ and I was thinking here we go again. So we shook hands like it was something new,
Yellowknifers who have called the city home for more than a decade may remember the downtown orphan lot behind the court house as the old YK Esso Service. In the doublespeak of the 20th Century, the empty lot of dirty gravel is a brownfield, a word that crept into the language from Britain and Australia
Reflections of a generous place story by France Benoit | images by Gary Milligan Random acts of kindness are in fashion but I much prefer deliberate, small gestures that have ripple effects in the community and say, “I see you, I hear you,” which in essence means, “I love you.” These acts of giving by