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The Past and the Future

January 28

It’s been many months since I’ve blogged, worked on my book series, etc. Not my intention. But perhaps those three words sum up 2014  better than any others. It was a year that saw more heartbreak and bad luck than most in recent memory. Over the course of those twelve months, I closed my press after fifteen years, I nearly died and I had falling outs with people I never imagined having falling outs with. That said, it was also a year that gave me one of the greatest gifts ever: a healthy, beautiful, endlessly curious baby girl. But as with all periods that put one through the ringer mentally, emotionally and/or physically, at least for me anyway, I found myself looking inwards, wanting to find some semblance of sanity in the new world order before looking outward again. So blogging was not a priority, nor was writing, nor were many of the other things that used to make up my day-to-day existence, and that was fine (and arguably even needed) for a while but the time is coming to make a comeback. Put bluntly: I’ve made as much peace with 2014 as I’m ever going to make and now it’s time to move on and get back into the saddle. So… Hello! I missed you all.

Welcome to Toronto Living

June 20

We’re not stuck in condo-land, as the people in this Toronto Life article are, but we rent a small two bedroom apartment with a lower level nook/alcove/den, which is the part of the house that’s being converted into Tiny Human’s nursery. It’s cool in that we can’t fill up our parts of the house or hers with needless junk, but it’s also hard to explain to our families who are spread out around the country why we really don’t need and/or want an excessive amount of baby stuff.

Some Brief Thoughts on the Provincial Election

June 13

The husband and I predicted a liberal minority, so the actual result proved a bit unexpected. While I don’t quite trust the liberals, I’m willing to see what they can do with this newish leader and a majority mandate. Better than the corporate tax cuts guy anyway, because everyone pretty much gets it that trickle down economics never ever trickle down (mostly because if there’s no increased demand for product from consumers, there’s no demand for more jobs to make those products).

That said, there are other things about this election result that make me feel proud. Namely, that we are the first province/state in North America to democratically elect a gay, female leader. I love that this is the place/time/world that Tiny Human will be born into. Unlike myself, who had to wait until I was 17 years old to see a woman brought in as an unelected interim leader (Kim Campbell, 19th Prime Minister of Canada), Tiny Human will be born into a society where a woman (and one with a same-sex spouse, no less) has won a powerful office in this country. She’ll grow up knowing it’s entirely possible, because it’s already been done. And that’s kind of amazing to think about. It really drives home the fact that, in many ways, the world really will be a different place for her. A more inclusive place.

So, while my feelings are mixed overall, I can’t help but rejoice a little. These steps forward in equality are pretty monumental ones.

So Much Wrong Here

June 6

There is so much wrong with this dismissive, judgmental article about people’s reading tastes/habits that it’s hard to know where to start, so it’s time for a list!

1) A good story is a good story, regardless if it is written for a child, a teenager or an adult; powerful themes/narratives transcend age/demographics.

2) The quick and blunt dismissal of genre fiction as “trashy” is woefully misguided (as someone who ekes out a living intelligently writing about and investigating horror, this makes me want to sit this journalist down and give ’em a literary lesson or two).

3) Books take us on adventures: sometimes they take us back in time to our younger, more naive years; sometimes they take us to places in the world (or on other worlds) we have no chance of ever experiencing; sometimes they guide us through tragedies and traumas we may never have to face first-hand. By limiting the scope of what we read, we are limiting our experiences and our ability to think/perceive/imagine things outside of our immediate reality, gender, age, creed, etc.

4) We should honestly be happy (and celebrate the fact) that some people still love books.

5) As an adult, it’s not particular mature to put down other adults’ interests and tastes. That’s petty grade school playground stuff.

If I Was Stupid Rich…

February 28

A few weeks ago, while we were having our Valentine’s Day dinner, my husband asked me what I would do with my money if I was extremely wealthy. I said, after buying a modest house and modest car and setting enough aside that I could live comfortably off the interest for the rest of my life (so I could write fiction full time), I’d participate heavily in charitable actions. But not by actually giving money to charities, instead I’d keep my eye out for news stories like this one, where society has either let someone down or a family has stumbled upon a patch of insurmountable bad luck and I would anonymously give them the money that would once again improve their quality of life. As I explained, that would be a million times more meaningful to me than some stupid $10,000 handbag or a lot of the other dumb things the tremendously rich waste their money on.

 

Everything You Know Is Wrong

February 8

I can’t remember the exact day that I realized that most of what I’d been taught about life and the world was a lie, but I do remember feeling incredibly betrayed. The thing was, it was no one’s fault. We’d all bought into it. We’d all drunk the Kool-Aid. The things we thought we knew had been conditioned in us since childhood, by the media, by society, by all those who believed this stuff before us. And there I was some thirty-some years later, angry that it was all crap – made to sell products, made to tell us how to live, made to keep the corporate consumerism machine churning onwards and onwards.

And yet it wasn’t what I wanted. And it wasn’t making me happy. Why should we care about keeping up with the Joneses instead of treading our own way through the landscape of life?

I made a decision to live differently that day. To consume less, to buy less, to create more. To reduce, reuse and recycle wherever possible. To put my credit cards on ice. To not buy into the hype machine and to weigh all my decisions based on the values that were important to me and mine. To reduce my negative impact on the planet. To eat less processed foods. The list goes on and on.

At first my husband looked at me funny, but he didn’t stop me. And I didn’t ask him to join me in this endeavour. The realization that I had come to was one that had to be arrived at organically. A year or two later he got there himself. I don’t know if it was from watching me and watching my happiness increase, or simply realizing that there was a better way. But soon I saw him making many of the sorts of changes I had and we became a team in this, just as we are in every other part of our lives. And things were good, and getting better.

Then late last year, we found out that we were pregnant (and that this time around it looked like it was finally going to stick). And suddenly this adventure we were on became bigger than ourselves. This inspired even more thinking and even more assessing of our lifestyle and the things we’d like to teach our little one someday. Healthy things. Things that will enrich his or her life and help him or her enrich the community and the world. Things that will hopefully spare them from their own “everything I was told was wrong” realization thirty years down the road.

And that’s why I’ve begun this blog. As a place to collect and explore my thoughts (I’ve talked my friends’ ears off enough about this all at this point). And as a way to chronicle our journey, both the successes and failures. So welcome aboard. It’s going to be a strange ride.