Raising girls

Recently, I’ve been immersing myself a fair bit on the subject of feminism; what it means to be a feminist in today’s society and who feminists are; their core beliefs . As a mother of daughters, I strive to be raising strong, smart girls and frankly if I had sons, I would raise them to be feminists as well. Western women have come a long way over the last century and there are just so many iconic women who broke the way for things my generation and others after it have already taken for granted, and with many issues, we still have a long way to go. I feel blessed to have had my girls both at a time when once again there is a fast building political and social women’s movement and when I myself have been apatheticat best. Teaching them has forced me to relearn so many of these things myself and determine what feminism mean to me. 

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The last 2 books I have read, well devoured in 3 days (such an unbelievable feat for me as of late) were written in clear, strong feminist voices that lead me to feel I can no longer justify not being motivated and inspired any longer. I have always had things I have been passionate about that are women’s issues.  Freedom of choice and equal pay/responsibilities; both of these subjects will get me fired up quickly and often I find myself having to leave a conversation with anyone who has a different view point from mine, not because I don’t think it’s important to have this debate, but because I now have the ability to recognize when you can’t fix stupid. There are other feminist issues as well, but these two are near and dear to my heart. Raising daughters and keeping them safe and aprised of their rights is now rising up fast I should note.Both of these recent books had spoke of the feeling of helplessness of being a girl and I don’t want my kids to feel this way ever and from my own life experiences I know that probably won’t happen, however their reaction and consequent actions I can help influence.

I am going to share a book review on some children’s books that I have picked up as of late about Amelia Earhart, Marie Curie, Emmeline Pankhurst, Frida Khalo and Coco Chanel this month that I have been reading with Coco & Bee. I specifically went looking for a childrens book on Emmeline as we have an upcoming municipal election in Edmonton and I wanted to teach and talk about it with them (and take them to vote with me!) There are a few more in the series, Maya Angelou, Rosa Parks, Ada Lovelace and Audrey Hepburn however, they didn’t come in the Amazon group deal so those will come at a later date.  I have also found these books locally at Winners if you are looking.

I do often feel guilty for being a lazy feminist. For being not as socially active as I want myself to be. I’m grateful to these women who just didn’t lend their voices, but often gave up their freedom, their families, their lives, their ease of living or reputations so that I could have what they believed in without thought.

How to be a feminist.

-Support other women

-Use your voice

-Vote

An introduction of sorts

Welcome.

I've always been a writer. In Kindergarten one of my clearest memories was our teachers asking the children to draw a picture of what they wanted to be as a grownup. And mine was a girl at a typewriter. A book writer, I said! This memory is still so vivid today because I received such praise at both school and at home. As a young student I wrote many short stories and as I became an older student I seriously considered going to post secondary as a journalism major, which in hindsight, is probably what I should have done. The adult me continues to write poetry on occasion and as a mother, I make up stories as a bedtime ritual for my littles. When I think about all of the stuff I've written online starting from my first 'blog' creating a page on Angelfire in 1999, over to Diaryland (the best!), Livejournal for many years and then briefly Tumblr and Wordpress, I finally have some time to do it all again here.

I'm not interested in defining exactly what I may feel like writing about or posting. The condensed version on my thoughts on things that matter to me right now - reading, adult conversations, my lifestyle, parenting, and traveling. The first few years of raising children is no easy task. It's challenges, rewarding as they are, have left little time for me and any of my interests. I would try and read a book at night, and get through one page then be startled awake by the book falling to the floor. I'm sure that I read the same page over and over of Longbourne by Jo Baker about 50 times until I finally gave up.  I finished it 2 years later in Mexico where me and my guy were vacationing blissfully alone, but with the exception of the invisible baggage of parental guilt.

So, this is not a mom blog. I'm not just a mom. It's not a baking blog, even though I love to bake. It's not a DIY or decorating blog because I do a lot of that too. Nor is it a travel blog, as much as I would like it to be. Simply because even though all I would really like to do is travel, read and play with my kids, we don't have the cash money to support that kind of dreamy life. I don't care to label who I am because I am quite flakey, and I feel almost a seizing up of my self esteem when I say I'm just a mom or a (former) military spouse (he has since retired, we aren't dunzo) or a part time finance wizard. I don't define myself by someone else or something I do. I'm a lot of things put together. A mom, a baker, a do-er, a traveler with a considerable wanderlust and a voracious reader. So here it all will lie, in whatever cluttered manic fashion.

My loves and likes in no particular order. My daughters, Coco & Bee. Reading, the ocean, coffee, peace & quiet, ice cream, the West Coast, rain forests, blankets, bowls, and basically everything at Homesense. Boston Terriers, fluffy cats, traveling, good chocolate, laughter. Independent book stores and wine clubs. All British police dramas. All period dramas. Pride & Prejudice; or rather all Jane Austen. Accessories, but not clothes. Online shopping of any sort. Paris, Seattle, Tofino. Any and all French pasteries. The van Gogh museum in Amsterdam and the  Guggenheim in Venice. Italian and Mexican cuisine. Viggo Mortenson and Mark Ruffalo. Robert Louis Stevenson. I have too many daytimers, planners, journals and gel pens, and I can't stop buying more. Spring in Victoria, and autumn on the prairies. Leather boots and pyjamas.

I do hope you like me. Comment and tell me about you. 

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