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Freedom’s Just Another Word For So Much From Which To Choose

September 23, 2010

We debate parenting styles and child-rearing philosophies and the politics of parenthood.  We argue about whether it’s better to hover or to stand back, to ‘helicopter’ parent or to ‘free range’ parent, to attach or to Ferber, to Montessori or home school or ‘unschool,’ to work or to stay home. We dither over whether to co-sleep [...]

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We Don’t Need Another Hero, And Certainly Not One Who Cries All The Time

September 17, 2010

Here’s my worry about going to Africa to see the Born HIV Free project in action: that I’m going to start crying the moment that I arrive, and just not stop. And that I am then going to feel guilty about crying, and that I’ll then cry about that. I fly to Lesotho on Saturday. [...]

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Buffy Only Fought Vampires

August 27, 2010

I like to think that I’m the sort of person who doesn’t take things for granted. I know how fortunate I am to have the life that I have; I know, too, that the terms and conditions of that life include no guarantees against frustration and sadness and pain and loss. I know, even the [...]

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We Are The World

August 12, 2010

When all was finally said and done, it wasn’t appearing on CNN in a tutu – nor appearing on CBC in a tutu, or posing in Central Park in a tutu, or watching as a limo slowed down on Fifth Avenue and the passenger leaned out the window and hollered – at me – hey, [...]

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Black Flies And Dryer Lint And Dragons, Oh My

August 3, 2010

It took me a while to figure why I was crying, why I kept bursting into tears at silly, random things, like an excess of dryer lint, or a dearth of toilet paper. I had just figured it to be hormones, or a passing mood, you know, the kind that you fall into when you’ve [...]

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Things That Are Not Radical Acts

July 20, 2010

I had it in mind that I was going to write about it, that thing that happened last week , that thing that was really just so horrible and awful and unpleasant – in a First World Problems! kind of way, sure, but still – that thing that left me feeling so rattled and uncertain [...]

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A Hysterical Pregnancy Is A Wish That A Desperate Uterus Makes

July 7, 2010

Last week, in a fit of confusion and something that tasted a little bit like desperation salted with hope, I wrote what follows. I didn’t publish it, of course, because even though I tend to be pretty confessional in this space, I am, at the end of the day, loathe to post anything that makes [...]

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A Tree That Looks At God All Day

June 30, 2010

I’m struggling, a little. Maybe a lot. I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s just me buckling under the weight of too many sad things. Maybe it’s that thing that happens when you realize that you’re not as strong as you thought you were, that you’re not invincible, that you can’t stop bad things from [...]

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Songs Of Innocence And Experience, Redux

May 5, 2010

This – the post below – is something that I wrote a few years ago, when I was still in the first joyous and anxious flush of new motherhood. It’s one of my very favourite posts, although one that has gotten buried in the sands of WordPress, and time. It’s also a post that I’ve [...]

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I Shaved My Legs For This

April 30, 2010

So I spent yesterday being a grown up, which is not to say that I am not a grown up every day, just that I usually don’t feel like one until I put on a bra and clothing that is not made of lycra/spandex and venture out into the world without a diaper bag to [...]

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