Gordon Lightfoot wrote "Song For a Winter's Night" in the sweltering heat of Cleveland, Ohio, in his hotel room following a performance and during a thunderstorm (source: Grokipedia): "According to his biographer Nicholas Jennings, Lightfoot wrote the song in a hotel room amid the oppressive heat and a thunderstorm, feeling homesick for his then-wife, Brita Ingegerd Olaisson, and the serene Canadian winters back home."

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Hello! We're stuck in the deep freeze here in Alberta. I set a pan of candy outside to cool yesterday. I needed to wear oven mitts to retrieve it from inside the deck to avoid the dangerous burning sting of the cold metal pan. As a sometimes writer, I find myself not only stuck in the cold of winter but in a new world where everything I post to the internet is food used by corporations to grow an insatiable, unpredictably evolving artificial intelligence.

Alberta Premier Danielle Smith's government is hiking the cost to apply for a citizen-initiated referendum by 5,000 per cent, saying it's about making sure applicants are serious.

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We paid $2 million for this?  The report of Danielle Smith’s Alberta Next Panel dropped Friday afternoon and, boy, is it ever a pitiful little squib!  There’s no report, really, just a few recommendat...

Elections Alberta approved a new name for the Alberta Party, lead by MLA Peter Guthrie, even after the governing UCP banned a list of words it could use, including "conservative."

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Jeffrey Rath, the caricature of an Alberta separatist who happens to be Alberta’s best-known separatist at the moment, isn’t right about much, but he was right when he got up at the recent United Cons...

Alberta Premier Danielle Smith's government has wrapped up a fall legislature sitting featuring landmark legislation that a political commentator says raised questions on where political authority sho...

Hello! It's trippy to think that outside of this moment, nothing is really happening. No matter how recent or soon, it's either past or future. It's a memory, illusion, hope or dream. I took this photo nearly ten years ago now when a flock of Bohemian Waxwings landed in the mountain ash tree in the front yard and began to feast on berries.