What I Did When I Wasn’t Here

by zchamu on May 6, 2011

I’m stealing this feature from The Bloggess. It seems that I’m super busy writing everywhere except for, well, here. Ha.

This week at Care2:

I wrote about the Ashley Smith case, and how her parents settled their lawsuit after their daughter died in prison.

I also wrote about the Nadia Kajouji case and the unique sentence the man who encouraged her to commit suicide received.

Did you know the largest oil spill in 36 years happened in Alberta last week?

The former Archbishop of the Antigonish Diocese pleaded guilty to possession of child pornography.

And just so you don’t think that all I write about is doom, gloom and suffering, here’s a tearjerking story about an Ethiopian girl who had a severe deforming facial cleft repaired at Sick Kids in Toronto.

You can see all articles I’ve written for Care2 here.

Over at The Bad Moms Club:

I wrote about how a groundbreaking study came to the shocking, SHOCKING conclusion that working moms feel guilty. WTF?

And for those of you who’ve forgotten, or those of you who just plain need help with Mother’s Day, here’s the Only Mother’s Day Guide You Will Ever Need. (Hint: It doesn’t involve spending the day at YOUR mother’s house.)

You can read all of my posts at The Bad Moms Club here.

Happy Weekend!

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On Beignets and Voodoo and Magic

by zchamu on April 20, 2011

I kind of feel like I’ve been eviscerated, only in a really good way. If there could possibly be a good way to be eviscerated. Like I’ve heard they do when they do abdominal surgery, such as a c-section, where they go in and take out the various parts that need to be removed like the placenta and the human being and then they sew everything up that needs to be sewed and then they chuck it all back in helter-skelter and staple you up and let it all sort itself out.

And that’s kind of how I feel after the Mom 2.0 Summit, except without the stitches and various mood-altering drugs.

Yes, I know I’m not making any sense. Surprise!

Maybe it’s what New Orleans does to you. Or maybe it’s what Mom 2.0 Summit does to you. Maybe the two put together brew up a whole new and strange kind of oxygen and wisdom. Love and voodoo and music and words and witchcraft. Everything I thought I believed about myself, about my craft, about everyone else in this strange and wonderful business has been pulled out, shaken thoroughly, fluffed up, given a bear hug and a lusty smack on the cheek and then shoved back inside in order to be shuttled on to a plane and sent home to figure it all out.

It was a place where words burst through inner boundaries, giving ideas and alternatives and blasting goals and ambitions and creativity in to the forefront. Where you realize that everyone here is someone Just Like You, someone with diaper pails and mortgages and nutty relatives and insecurities and naysayers and inner critics that look like John Updike.

I wanted to be one of those people who started up every conversation, who knew the clever and witty and pithy things to say, who could walk up to some awesome person and say, Hi! You’re awesome! I’m awesome too! Let’s get drunk and be awesome together! But sometimes, I had no hope. There was so much awesome, and sometimes in the presence of too much awesome I get overwhelmed in a weird way. My brains seem to dribble out the bottom of my head and I can only stammer banalities and let out barking horse laughs. I fully realize that I am a ridiculous human being; in a room with hundreds of people who I know very well felt the same way I did, I still couldn’t overcome it and spent too much time by myself or hiding behind my camera. It was only when I found someone I already loved, who I knew already loved me, that I was able to really relax and let it all flow. But luckily, there were lots of people like this.

And I don’t worry, because next time, the people I met this time will be those people, and then I can chill even more.

It’s not often that I get the chance to submerge myself in to a room full of amazing and be in a place where I can feel that despite whatever my hangups and failings, these people get me, at least a part of me, because they’re just like me too. They throw themselves in to a blog post and live tweet a jazz tour and tell a story of a time when you Epically Failed to a table full of people and laugh about it. So for those who put this weekend of amazing together, and for those who were there, and for those who shared a little piece of themselves and left it behind on Bourbon street or Canal street or anywhere else: Thank you.

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What Happens When You Publicize Your Passion?

by zchamu on April 15, 2011

This is the blog post to accompany the roundtable discussion on this topic at the Mom 2.0 Conference in New Orleans on April 13, 2011.

Your passion is the thing that gets your pulse going. The thing that you could work on - if you wanted to call it work - all day without tiring of it. The thing that, when you speak of it to others, you find your words tumbling out over one another because you have so much you want to say. Perhaps thinking about it gets you jazzed, pumped up, ready to burst; perhaps it puts you in a calm, beautiful state of mind. Perhaps it does something completely different. The point is, you know what your passion is. And now, you want to start sharing it with others. Maybe you’re starting a blog. Maybe you’re starting a business. What might happen, once you start publicizing your passion? Here’s a few of the things I encountered when I started publicizing mine.

You’re putting your baby out in to the real world.
Your passion is very often the act or practice or belief or person that is closest to your heart. You have spent significant time thinking about it, talking about it, evangelizing it, defending it, developing it. Sharing that passion with others can be daunting, because it feels like you’re putting your own vulnerable child out there in the big bad world. How will the world respond? Will it cherish and treat it gently and passionately as you do, or will the world be tough and mean and callous? Worry not. Most of the time, the world is a lovely and welcoming place. And even when you encounter the tough or the mean or the callous, approach it with an open heart: take constructive criticism for what it’s worth - feedback to spur your growth and development of your passion - and discard anything that obviously comes from a place of cruelty or unkindness. (You’ll be able to tell the difference.)

You’re putting a piece of yourself on display.
Publicizing something that is your passion may be one of the truest forms of self-expression there is. While many people may feel passionate about the same subject as you do, only you have your unique view on it, your unique lens. Remember that only you see the world through your eyes. There is vulnerability in this, but also ringing, clear beauty.

You’re pouring your heart and soul in to your Something, growing it from a seed in to a reality.
I saw a quote on a Starbucks cup once. The quote, paraphrased, said: It is a terrible fate to be good at the wrong thing. If you’re good at the wrong thing, the combination of praise and rewards can trap you in it for life. And perhaps this is true for too many of us: we pursued paths that didn’t light us on fire, but that promised a career path, a paycheque, stability, a day we maybe didn’t hate but that we didn’t love either. Our jobs were jobs: Work. By taking your passion and exposing it to others, does that turn your passion in to work? Certainly, you may be creating commitments for yourself around your passion - but if it’s your passion that you’re working on, can you classify it as work?

You’re pushing yourself and pushing others. You’re showing feelings and experiences you may not have expected - that nobody expected. You’re pushing borders and boundaries inside of you and everyone else. You are showing real life.
Passion isn’t clean. It isn’t obedient. It doesn’t follow paths or procedures. It doesn’t get submitted for review or ask for signoff. The real world might want everything to fit in to neat, orderly lines, but your passion doesn’t do that. You may have to take risks. You may have to take precautions. You will have to constantly evaluate and re-evaluate your boundaries. You may have to apologize. You may have to reassess whether you want to be doing this at all. And then you will keep doing it.

You’re creating a record of your passions at one moment in time or across a span of months or years.
When I was a little girl, my mother always tried to get me to start a diary. I was never very good at it; I spent most of my time crafting long, flowery passages in my head rather than penning the everyday on to paper. When you start to publicize your passion, it leaves a record of that reflection of your personality at a point in time: One moment, or ten thousand moments. Imagine in a year or twenty years, being able to go back and see the expression of what was burning in your gut every day. The gift is priceless, not only to yourself but for so many others. It’s a record of how far you’ve come, how far you’ve grown.

You’re finding a community of people with whom you will share your passion and your heart, with whom you will grow and learn.
Just as you probably have seen the sites or books or other embodiments of people’s passions, so too will people find yours. And when this happens, when you create or join a community based around your passion, you learn from each other and spur each other on and find out new things and explore new avenues you may never have seen.

You’re realizing you need to ask for help.
You may know your passion inside out, but you don’t know how to build a website, or how to set up an online store, or what SEO even means. That’s OK. Because out there, there is someone whose passion is just that. Reach out to your community or other resources and get the help you need, if you need it, so that you can focus on doing what you do best, what you care about most.

You’re finding an idol. And becoming one.


What is your passion? If you’re here, you probably already know that. But if you don’t, or if you want to hone it, there’s an excellent guide at zenhabits.net called The Short But Powerful Guide To Finding Your Passion.There’s also an excellent section on Meaning and Passion on the TinyBuddha.com website.

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Or, what this largely wordless conversation would actually sound like if a toddler had roughly the speech skills of a 28-year-old slightly embittered university graduate.

Me: Open your mouth! Mama has to get the sugarbugs with the toothbrush!

Her: Sugarbugs. [Level stare. Mouth stays closed.]

Me: Open up! Let Mama in!

Her: Woman, you’ve sunk to new lows. Your ploys will not work on me.

Me: Come on, Bubbalub! Mama has to brush your teeth! Open up! Look, I see a sugarbug!

Her: No. [Turns away, starts climbing off stool and heading for garbage can]

Me: Look, see, Mama can brush her teeth! [insert overdramatic overdramatization of tooth brushing motions with toddler toothbrush while not actually touching teeth with toddler toothbrush.] Now we can brush Avery’s teeth! Open up!

Her: Hey, what’s in the bathtub? Is that that rad bubble bath bottle that spills everywhere? AWESOME. Let me at it.

Me: No no, we have to finish brushing Avery’s teeth! See? Teeth! [Grabbing of toddler, more overdramatization of tooth brushing]

Her: Look. You’re embarrassing yourself. Stop.

Me: Come on! Brush Brush Brush!

Her: Hey - look! The potty! I’ll sit on it and pretend to pee even though I totally refuse to pee in it when you want me to!

Me: Can you open up so Mama can brush your teeth?

Her: Are you still on that?

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In other words: Help?

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Hail Mary for a Convent

March 7, 2011

A copy of my letter to Mayor Jim Watson on the Ashcroft Convent Park Purchase. Mayor Watson: I write to you to appeal to your sense of vision, of what kind of City you want Ottawa to be at the end of your term and beyond. The Les Soeurs de la Visitation property is a [...]

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A long ramble on life and the inevitability of screwing it up

March 2, 2011

It’s over, I mean, as over as this kind of thing gets. He pleaded guilty. He told everyone how he killed her. And now he’s going to jail. Leaving everyone else to pick up the pieces of the lives he destroyed. Once a murderer is put away, you expect a sense of relief, of justice [...]

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Inner voice

February 16, 2011

“Mama. UPPEEEYAH!!” I look down from my laptop screen and an earnest toddler face is staring up at me, a plastic teacup in one hand, a baby doll in the other. “Hi Bub,” I say, distractedly looking down at her tiny face. “What’s up?” “UPPEEYAH! UPPEEYAH!” She bounces up and down on her chubby legs. [...]

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Out With The Old.

January 14, 2011

When I was a little girl back in Nova Scotia, one of our big family routines was shopping. It was our family event, the thing we did together the most. We’d pile in to the car and drive the 20 minutes in to “town” to go to the mall. As far as malls go, it [...]

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Welcome!

January 11, 2011

So the grand relaunch complete with banners and sidebars and ads and things isn’t quite where I’d hoped it would be. Still, I’m getting there. Welcome to the brand new zchamu.com!

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The Ottawa Stroller Saga

December 7, 2010

Hey. Remember this? Well, it’s rearing its ugly head again. A woman with a baby in a stroller ws ordered off the bus back in to the snow in order to make room for a wheelchair. I’ve ranted about this at both the Bad Moms Club and at Care2. Because I feel strongly about this. [...]

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