Lori Denise Schroeder

July 31, 1966 ~ July 5, 2021

Lori lived life on her own terms.  She loved to connect with people, sharing her enthusiasm for rare plants, for music, for books, for exercise, and especially for dogs. 

Lori was born in Winnipeg, Manitoba to Rosella (neé Braun) and Herman Schroeder, and grew up in Barrhaven and a farm near Almonte, Ontario.  After high school, she moved to Montreal and studied children’s literature at McGill.  This background stood her in good stead working at the Whitehorse public library, and also when she always chose the perfect books as gifts for friends and family. 

Lori came to the Yukon in 1989, and here she found a land where she felt at home.  She loved traveling throughout the Yukon, and worked in various parks (including several summers at the interpretive centre at Tombstone) and with governments and non-profit organisations over the years, while also freelancing as an environmental consultant.  Lori enjoyed learning to play the cello, was part of the Whitehorse Community Choir, and sang loud and danced hard at parties and music festivals throughout the Yukon. 

In 2012, Lori moved to Edmonton to pursue a master of science in conservation biology at the University of Alberta.  Over her years in Edmonton, she made many friends and was able to reconnect with the Prairies while still maintaining her ties with the Yukon through frequent visits and her thesis and contract fieldwork.  Lori moved back to Whitehorse in the midst of the covid pandemic, and had been so happy to be reconnecting with friends, settling into her house, and renewing her garden.  Lori was a vibrant force who followed her passions.  Those who love her can find comfort knowing that she died doing what she loved, sharing her love of plants, in the field.

Lori touched so many lives and will be sorely missed by many circles of friends and family.  She is mourned especially by her parents, Herman and Rosella Schroeder, extended family in Manitoba, dear friends in the Yukon, Alberta, and around the world, and by all the littles over the years who called her “Auntie Lori.”  In memory of Lori, please share a hug with someone you love, strike up a conversation with a stranger, sing and dance with all your heart, admire a wild plant, go for a ski or a bike ride, let your heart lift at the sight of a beautiful mountain. 

If you wish to make a donation in her memory, please donate to the Yukon Foundation General Fund.  Celebrations of life in the Yukon and Manitoba will be planned towards the end of the summer.


  1. heather frise

    I knew Lori at McGill, we were both studying literature and she was a neighbor on Hotel de Ville for a summer.  I remember her talking about wanting to go to the Yukon after graduation. And true to her word, she bought a van, I think her parents helped her outfit it, and drove north on her own.
    She came to Toronto, where I was living, years later. I have an image of her trudging purposefully down Queen St. in the grey slush wearing her big white mukluks. We went to Romni’s so she could get wool–she was learning how to weave. Maybe she even had her own loom. In my mind, she was living the dream. Or, at the very least, she seemed to have figured out what it was she wanted, while I was still flailing around. 
    About a decade later, I would visit Lori on my way up to Dawson City. She was the same Lori I remembered– sensitive, fearlessly vulnerable, solid, and incredibly capable. I stayed in her home in late August–it was beautiful, simple, ordered. I envied her sureness about where she belonged. She was recording the growth patterns of flowers and plants in the tundra. They were sprouting and blooming earlier each year–worrying indicators of global warming. I remember Lori saying then that she didn’t like “going south.” I think Edmonton might have been the cut-off.
    I wish I could have seen Lori again, talked about her research on northern grasslands. Talked about anything really–she was easy to talk to. How did I let all those years go? She had such a soulful face, intelligent eyes and then there was that big, spirited, infectious laugh. I will not forget her. 

  2. Andrea

    Sending love out to all Lori’s friends and family near and far. We will all miss this special person so very much.

  3. Francois

    I worked with Lori at Coles bookstore while studying art at Concordia University in Montreal.
    She had an endless array of scarves and I made a drawing of her with all those scarves.

  4. Brigitte

    Oh Lori! I had the pleasure of knowing Lori as part of the cast for a local theatre production of Hair.
    You will always be part of our tribe and we will keep you in our hearts.


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