A transplanted Easterner, I intended to move to Edmonton for three years. That was 24 years ago, yet somehow here I remain – with no intention of leaving. I am definitely under Edmonton’s loving spell: for the outstanding education my daughters received; for the career opportunities my family enjoys; and for Edmonton’s natural beauty. When I eventually reinvented myself from junior-high teacher into a young-adult author, Edmonton’s arts community sprang to my support. By that time, my love affair with Edmonton was in full bloom.
In looking back, I wish my love life had always been this straightforward. The stab of unrequited love from my earlier years makes me extra grateful that my love of Edmonton – or of “Edmo,” as I affectionately say – is mutual. Or at least, I am mostly grateful, because Edmo’s love for me sometimes shines through in unexpected ways. For example, Edmonton somehow pushed itself into my first two books, becoming the default setting where the stories take place. In my third, newly released young-adult novel, Edmo again morphed into the exuberant kid who couldn’t resist photo-bombing its way into my well-planned picture… or rather, into my book.
With our romance possibly bordering on obsession, it seemed time for a heart-to-heart chat with Edmo about this behaviour and about our relationship in general. Here is how the conversation unfolded:
Me: So Edmo, the inspiration for my first book came from an incident that happened in Toronto. Yet I had barely started writing the first draft when you were all, like, Whyte Avenue! Then Butterdome-this and Kinsmen Sports Centre-that.
EDMO: (Laughs) And don’t forget Hub Mall and the Strathcona
Farmers’ Market, and…
Me: …Parkallen, and the university campus.
EDMO: That’s the spirit! How about the river valley – and Hawrelak Park for “Pets In The Park?” God, I love that event! Ditto for Queen Alexandra neighbourhood in your second book, and –