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I am a follower of Jesus, I was once a pastor, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being homophobic.   I'm sorry that through my actions and words people who are struggling with and hiding their sexuality were meant to feel silenced and shameful and less than.   I'm sorry for trying to "pray the gay away", and for buying into the ex-gay theory.  However well

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I think it's fair to say that the art of listening is in trouble.  There's nothing new I can even say on the subject, since there's literally a TED playlist on the issue (which, by the way, I highly recommend, even if you just watch this one by Celeste Headlee) and I don't presume to think I'm going to solve the problem on my little blog. BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT ANYWAY? Listening, at

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I receive, on average, 30 emails a day from retailers that I have (voluntarily) signed up to receive information from.  It makes me feel like I can shop my inbox.  It drives my husband crazy. Over the past few months (let's be honest, perhaps years?) I've noticed that Old Navy often has a sale on a particular brand of clothes.  Recently, I found it interesting that American

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Maybe it's just the circles I run in, but I'm seeing a lot of opposition to the new sex education curriculum proposed in Ontario. Like, a lot.   Like, I miss the good old days of global warming and vaccine conspiracies plugging up my Facebook wall. The problem with these protestations is not that people have differing opinions but that these opinions are not often their own.

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This morning, my husband sent me a link to an image of Uma Thurman's (recently?) renovated face.  It looks great.  But it doesn't look like Uma.  Uma's face, as Mia Wallace and Poison Ivy and Fantine and Emma Peel and Beatrix Kiddo, is gone. The sadness I felt as I stared at this new Uma face and tried to find Uma in it was the same as when I stared at Renee Zellweger's face

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It's 2015. I like making goals. This year, one of my goals is to do one house project per week.  52 house projects in total (some are two week long projects, so...you know, numbers have to be crunched, etc.). I thought up this "one per week" (which goes by the street name "1/wk") idea since New Year's goals/resolutions can be daunting, and by daunting I mean tackled vehemently for the

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If months spent trying to conceive were otherwise spent in education, I'd have my Masters. An MA of TTC. Half of our six year marriage has been lived out under its influence. Babe Ruth famously had a total lifetime strikeout record of 1,330  and an inspirational home run record of 714, a ratio of nearly 2:1. Would we still be as encouraged if his average was 32:1? Or tens of millions to

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On March 13, 2014 my Nana, Valerie Joan Hunter, shuffled off this mortal coil and since I so infrequently remember to blog my husby recommended that I post the eulogy I gave at her funeral. *          *          * I, along with my two brothers and my sister-in-law, drove here to Halifax from Toronto to celebrate Nana’s life and we couldn’t

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Hugo hands me a new Crayola, green.  The tip is dulled by small teeth marks and its wrapping is damp.  His lips reflect displeasure and his tongue explores the end of the crayon still his mouth. "Out," my palm waits under his chin.  "Yucky, Hugo.  Spit it out."  Hugo deposits a trail of saliva and green waxy shards in my hand and turns to leave the room.  "Hugo?" &

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In case you're wondering why I have ceased to post various fruits and vegetables that represent Baby Gaz's growth, it's because the growth at this point is difficult to document using fruits and vegetables.  Even websites are becoming more obscure in their offerings: your baby is the size of a Chinese cabbage!  A jicama!  A crenshaw melon! Be assured that Baby Gaz is

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Going through old post drafts, I came across this one from Week 17.  PROOF THAT I MEANT TO BLOG THROUGHOUT SECOND TRIMESTER.  Despite being a little outdated, the list entitled Stuff I Didn't Know still stands as a reminder of how weird all these pregnancy symptoms can be.   *          *          * Here we are at Week 17 already!

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Here are a few shots snapped over the past three months.  Hand-picked, rinsed and presented for your viewing pleasure! *          *          * Back when the weather was at record-breaking heights and I was scheduling my life by moving my pregnant bulk from one air-conditioned environment to another, my friend Jessica and

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Andrew has been such a dear in keeping up with his hormone-flooded wife.  The downsides have included fits of frustration (generally nesting related or sleep deprivation related) followed by a gush of tears. A few months ago I decided to tidy the first floor of our house.  AND I HAD TO DO IT RIGHT.  NOW. Coming across a few pairs of Andrew's shoes in the hallway, I asked him if

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One would assume that after having whined and complained openly and publicly while we waited to become pregnant that the very least I could do was to blog as frequently about the process of pregnancy once acquired. But second trimester has come and gone and, for reasons unknown even to me, I didn't feel the urge to post.  Not.  One.  Post. I guess I

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The milestones of Week 15: and Week 16 (four whole months!) have come and gone without much drama - in fact, almost all the drama of pregnancy so far compacted itself nicely into the first three months.  PRAISE BE.  My heart goes out to all the mamas who feel the effects of nausea throughout their entire pregnancies.  There are elevated positions of honour reserved for you in

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Now, from the archives of my iPhone's camera app... A few weeks ago, my good friend Nicole Evans was wed in Sunbury, Pennsylvania.  Nicole has starred in my blog before, as we once were roommates at the best apartment in all of apartmentdom, 518 Jane: Where Life Is The Party. This is the diner where we all ate breakfast.  A full breakfast in Sunbury was $3.49. This was the

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One of the blogs I follow, Pacing the Panic Room, recently featured a few guest posts by the author's wife, Cole, here and here.  I've been in love with this blog ever since Ryan (a photographer) began posting shots of his wife's pregnancy and I've been hooked ever since. Although I usually scan the blog for pictures I found myself reading each. and. every. word. of Cole's Q&A session

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Near the subway station where I live there once was a blank wall under a bridge.  I featured part of this blank wall before here.  Over the past few months, however, someone has been commissioned to make the blank wall less blanker and with something other than rust stains.  I took these photos during production:

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I like gardening.   It is not to be assumed that I am good at gardening.  Like I enjoy painting but generally with my hands and instead of for the purpose of art more for the purpose of getting messy. For a few weeks little envelopes would show up at our house addressed to Andrew from various locations around the world.  The States.  Thailand.  At first I thought he

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Over the past weekend, three separate people kindly reminded me of the state of my blog.  Principally: not updated.  Shout out to Helen, Rebecca, and that wonderful girl that Andrew bumped into at a Starbucks near Orangeville. Since last we met, Baby Gaz and I graduated Week 13: And Week 14:  Week 14 is here represented by a 3.5 inch jalapeño pepper which, trust you me, I

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While enjoying an extravagant dinner and witty banter with our friends Ben and Sarah, I found (and read) these two books while in the bathroom.  Correction, I did not read the two books cover to cover.  In fact, I skimmed the first few pages, became uneasy about the amount of time I had been missing from the meal, and took the books with me. They are now on lend to me to write this

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First, let's answer some fan mail. Yes. My intention, once I announced our pregnancy to the world, was to update Mama Mondays weekly with information about how far along I was, etc.  In fact, the intention behind Mama Monday itself was to post about pregnancy and motherhood. But first trimester had other plans. Each day of my first trimester played out the same as the one before:Wake up

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That's right, my patient little pumpkins: all the missed posts and writer's block can finally be explained. I happen to be quite knocked up. Oh yes, there is much more to the story.  Too much for one post so I'll have to keep you coming back for more over the next few weeks. I'd have thought announcing our pregnancy to the world would feel more glamourous but it's hard to feel glamourous

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* A moment of silence for The Barenaked Ladies of the 90s [...] It's been four nights apart, but it feels like much longer.  For three years of marriage, Andrew and I have not been apart for longer than one night - partially circumstantial and partly by choice.  We're fortunate to both work in the same city at jobs that rarely require travel (or, at least, are flexible enough to allow

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Since last Tuesday I have been in México, first for five days in Cancún with Andrew (here) - which, by the way, was such a welcome romantic retreat for both of us that I'm having a hard time enjoying the luxurious hotel in which I now sit since a) Andrew's not here, b) it's not Cancún, and c) Andrew's not here - and now the next seven days will be in Cuernavaca with the

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