Category: Slave Lake Wildfires

September 5, 2011 I spent the day in Slave Lake checking on my lot. Most of the debris has been cleared away. The square hole where the foundation had stood has lost its shape. The sides sloping inwards rather than being squared as they once were. The occasional utilities pipe poking up from the ground. […]

July 27, 2011 My harem pants, that I wrote about in yesterday’s blog, were not the only item that was put away never to be truly enjoyed. I have made other purchases that were set aside, hidden from view, not part of my daily life. Now that I am creating a list of items that […]

July 26, 2011 I finally found a pair of black leggings that would look great under my “harem” pants.  I called one pair of my pants my “harem” pants. They are the pants that balloon out from the waist to the ankles. Belly dancers wear these under a layer of skirts when they perform their […]

July 19, 2011 I have such incredible friends! They have provided me with furniture, gadgets and household items, clothing, blankets, pillows, towels, cloths, and whatever else I need. And even some things that I don’t need, items that turn a house into a home: tea set, vases, candles, pictures. As I’m setting up a new […]

July 17, 2011 I had three rocking chairs, two upstairs and one downstairs. That’s how important rocking chairs are to me. Who else has three rocking chairs? Nobody I know of! And these weren’t the uncomfortable wooden ones. The kind that nobody wants to sit in. Oh no, these were the big comfy rocking chairs. […]

July 16, 2011 It is at moments like this that the reality hits home: I have lost my home. Now when I am in Slave Lake, my community for the past eight years, I have nowhere to hang out. I want to find somewhere where I can just walk into a room to complete everyday […]

July 15, 2011 On May 15, my teens and I evacuated from Slave Lake. We raced ahead of a wildfire that burned through our small, northern town. Many other residents had left earlier. We passed some of them sitting on the side of the highway. They watched in amazement as they saw us drive by. […]