<![CDATA[paragon of virtue press - Blog]]>Wed, 15 May 2024 07:12:01 -0400Weebly<![CDATA[Dear Mom, Please Write Your Book]]>Wed, 12 Feb 2020 16:13:37 GMThttp://paragonofvirtuepress.com/blog/dear-mom-please-write-your-bookEvery three weeks or so, I see some over-worked writer-mom who is juggling SO MUCH tweet about how guilty she feels taking time to write. (Sorry men, I'm not including you in this because I have never once in my decade on twitter seen a man express this emotion. Ever.) So here's my love letter to you writer-moms.
Dear Mom,
This is your child speaking. You know, that 4-year-old monkey who wants to be an astronaut, or that 7-year-old diva who will NOT stop ruining your favourite lipstick, or that 10-year-old who wants to be Megan Rapinoe when they grow up. That kid. Mom, I'm begging you, please write your book! 

Right now, it probably feels like if you turn your head for a second, I change so much that you don't want to look away. Maybe you want to cherish every single second while I am small. Maybe you're afraid I'll think you don't love me if you ask for a few hours to yourself to write that novel that's been living in your heart. But the truth is? I'll survive.

You've told me where the snacks are. I have a book or an art project or a friend to keep me busy. And, if there's an emergency, I know I can always scream for help and you'll come running. I'll be fine for a few hours.
I drew this when I was 4 or 5, during one of my mother's writing afternoons. My mother named it Bluebirds of Happiness and framed it. I wasn't sure why. Thirty years later, I found a published essay she wrote about this afternoon. (My sister must have been 3.)
A little independence is a good thing for both of us and seeing you prioritize something that you're passionate about is more valuable than you know. It will stay with me for decades. It will also teach me by example that parents are whole people, that everyone is complex, with countless interests and sides to their person, and that everyone deserves to have time to themselves to focus on what matters to them.

It's also not all about me. Kids have to learn that eventually. We learn that our parents were people before they had us, that, often times, they had really crazy lives that we'll spend our teen years trying to reconcile with our own experience of our boring parents! But you're a person, a whole person, and I shouldn't stop you from being a big part of yourself for two decades. That's insane!

So, Mom? Please write your book. And when it's published, and you maybe win an award for it, please invite me to the party. I want to see that part of you, the non-mom part, the whole-person part, the award-winning writer part, even if I whine that I'm bored after a couple hours...

You have no idea how much that will convince me that it's possible to accomplish all my dreams: from having any career I want, to being a parent, to doing both and being great at both.  And not just me, but my brother too. It's so important for him to see you this way, for him to grown up with the inherent assumption that women can do whatever they want and kick ass at it. He'll have healthier relationships with his female friends, colleagues, and romantic partners (if he's interested in women) because he grew up watching you. He won't underestimate his female co-worker who has a toddler at home, or stop calling his female friends once they have children, he'll know that there's more to any life than just one part of their life. He'll have you to thank for that.

So, take those few hours. Tell us to occupy ourselves. We have toys or games or dress-up clothes or art supplies. Write that book. The book you don't want me to read for a decade, if ever. One day, I will read it, and I will know you a little better for it.

And, should the absolute worst happen, and something happens to you, please know that your books will become almost incalculably valuable to me. They will be a part of you forever, a piece of you printed onto the pages, a key to knowing your adult self the way I didn't get to as a child.

So, please, Mom, write that book.
Your Kid(s)
Myself at 35 and my mother, Diana, at about the same age, in the early 90s.
My own mother, Diana, was a work-from-home-mom, who published three books of poetry throughout the 1990s while my sister and I were growing up. Each of those books won an award.  (She also battled two bouts of breast cancer in those years. She was an utter rockstar. I genuinely have no clue how she did it. I look back and I'm stunned by what she accomplished in those years.)

She routinely gave us coloured pencils and paper, some crackers and cheese and closed the door for a couple hours. She took her writing seriously. She forced us to take it seriously. If we bothered her during those hours, she was never awful to us, but she was not kind about it. It taught us both the value of letting people have the time they need to do what is meaningful to them and to respect the space people tell you they need. That has never left me.

Obviously, the bar is different with one child or four, with a toddler or children who are six or seven. There's no one way to do this. There's a sliding scale, but it is possible to carve out these chunks of time in age appropriate ways. Sadly, it's not always possible (financially, medically, etc) for everyone, and I regret that I don't have the answers to those struggles. Here, I'm speaking to those moms who are struggling most with the GUILT.

I worshipped my mother as a child. (Ironically, it was not what made me want to be a writer. For the longest time, I didn't want to ever be a writer because she was SO accomplished and it was her wheelhouse.) It made a selfish child (me!) a lot more compassionate about other peoples' needs. It made me respect people when they want time for hobbies or passion projects. It made my impatient little heart see how the long game starts.

Play the long game with your kids. The fear of missing out is immediate, but the patience and respect I learned has lasted decades. At the end of the day, be the whole person you are, and show your kids how valuable and powerful that can be.

They'll thank you for it.
​I promise.
<![CDATA[Minding the Gap: When Will The Road Finally Be Paved?]]>Mon, 13 Jan 2020 22:51:31 GMThttp://paragonofvirtuepress.com/blog/minding-the-gap-when-will-the-road-finally-be-pavedIf you pay any attention at all to... well, me as a human being, you know I love hockey.

More to the point, I love women's hockey. A lot. I will happily set alarms for the wee hours to watch Canada's Under-18 women's team play for consecutive gold medals, or find the sketchiest streams imaginable just to watch games the sports stations see no value in broadcasting. That I disagree with them about the value of those games is its own blog post, but not the focus of this one. This post is all about one of the first times in a decade that I finally had the opportunity to see women's hockey live, in person. The last time I got to go to women's hockey games was the Vancouver Olympics.

Yup. You read that correctly. Vancouver 2010, ten years ago. I've watched games online, the few they have had on TV, but live pro women's hockey is few and far between in many places, including where I live. I bought a Saturday Pass to the Secret Showcase in Toronto on January 11th and a ticket to the PWHPA's Closing the Gap event on the Friday. 

On Friday evening, I attended the Closing the Gap event as part of the #SecretShowcase stop of the Dream Gap Tour in Toronto. It was fascinating, and I am unpacking what I heard and saw. Because there was a lot to unpack.

The event was relatively small. Under a hundred people, I think. I am bad at guessing but it felt intimate, which was really nice. That said, it was a mix of teenage girls, women involved in girls or women's hockey, hockey/sports industry types, female players, sponsor representatives, and a few random fans. The event had a very "house party" sort of feel with players mingling with everyone and schmoozing. The panels themselves -the whole point of the event- were very good, with a couple standout participants.
Tara Slone was the MC for the evening, and brought her passion and familiarity with hockey and hosting events to her role, which added  a really casual and easy-going professionalism to the proceedings.

The first panel of "industry professionals" included NHLPA's Mathieu Schneider, and reps from BioSteel and Budweiser who were informed and very blunt about their motives (all very positive) for sponsoring women's hockey. The panel also included "last minute addition" -Tara Slone's words- Tie Domi who BY HIS OWN ADMISSION had no place on that panel. He dominated conversation, unaware that there were 2 other panels after theirs and spoke with the eloquence of a bad used car salesman. He was all hustle and it felt like a lot of empty promises and buzz words with no idea, let alone a plan, how to back it up. While I do believe that Domi cares about women's hockey in his own way, he came off as uninformed and unprepared. While he spoke, I noticed that the women there supporting him and excited to see him boosting women were all white women. (I think there were only a handful of women of colour there, including Sarah Nurse.)

​I have never been a particular fan of Domi (I mean, he was a LEAF, friends!) and before, during the #SecretShowcase weekend, and in the days after the Dream Gap Tour stop in Toronto, he said some truly concerning things about women's hockey, ignoring the American NWHL, bad-mouthing the only alternative to PWHPA membership. Picking fights with fans of women's hockey is not a good look, even for a former NHL player who made his living as a pugilistic enforcer.

Domi has said other problematic things in the past (which I will not go into, but they are well documented and easy to find if you are curious). While I understand the appeal of having a recognized, boys-boy name like Domi's attached to a movement, I'm worried it will do the PWHPA more damage in the long term than good. Some of his past actions also concern me because they don't bode particularly for women of colour in hockey, who are woefully under-represented as it is. 
The second panel was of female non-hockey athletes (soccer players Diana Matheson, Carmelina Moscato, and speed skater Anastasia Bucsis) was really interesting and informative, but it really highlighted that one of the main struggles a pro women's hockey league in North America faces is not helped by some of the strongest arguments for other sports' domestic leagues. (Canada and USA already dominate international women's hockey, the improvement in standings of which is often used to justify better domestic pro leagues for other sports.) It was really fascinating and the speakers were really passionate and happy to inform the audience about their own experiences.
The third panel was the most exciting, because it was made up of Brianne Jenner, Sarah Nurse, Marie-Philip Poulin, and Kendall Coyne. They spoke largely about the realities of living life while playing the CWHL and the NWHL and Kendall Coyne specifically spoke to the egregious disparity she witnessed between her (NFL player Michael Schofield) husband's support (trainers, medical support, transportation) and her own experiences.

While all of them were strong speakers, Kendall Coyne had a remarkable magnetism that you cannot buy or learn. She was passionate but matter-of-fact, an 
eloquent and articulate ambassador for women's hockey.** As an American friend of mine put it: COYNE 2020! Coyne was an standout all weekend, on and off the ice, but her calm ferocity that women are worth more than the leagues they have had to play in was perhaps the most poignant moment for me.

"The leagues are pro in name only," Coyne said, "We are worth a lot more than that." The players are fighting for a platform in which they can perform day in, day out, like their male colleagues, with trainers and medical support, physio, and maintenance so they can stay in peak form. They said this, repeatedly speaking to the front two rows of the crowd made up almost entirely of teenage girls aged twelve to seventeen. Some of the biggest names in contemporary women's hockey spoke directly to these girls, knowing that this fight will not be over soon even if this current "gap" of women's pro in Canada is closed soon and that these girls need to be prepared for that fight.

For generations, there has been repeated, often aimless talk about "paving the road" for women's hockey, but Maria Dennis of the NHPLA asked the vital question at the beginning of the night, the question that no one seems to have an easy answer to: "When will the road finally be paved?"

As Brianne Jenner put it (reiterated by everyone on the panel at least once), "We want to leave the game better than we found it." And they will. Maybe not a perfect game, but better than what previous generations have had.

There's no easy way for a room full of Olympic medalists (because most of them WERE) to say "The issue here is that men don't want women to succeed," but at the root of it, that's one of the main issues. Not all men, of course. But enough of them. Enough men are threatened by the prospect of professional female athletes having a league that they've decided no one needs it. Luckily, it seems like the tide may finally be turning. Women having a professional league where they can make an actual sustainable living will not take away from men's ability to play in the NHL for ludicrous salaries. It will add to what we all have to be proud of. It will increase the amount of quality hockey on our television screens. Which would be a win for all hockey fans, not just the girls and women who deserve to watch their heroes and peers, but to the boys and men who would see just how talented girls and women are.

Now, if we could only convince major broadcasters that women's hockey deserves to be on TV...

On Saturday, I got to watch three incredibly awesome, well-attended hockey games, and what struck me was that the only thing making these games "less exciting" was the fact that there weren't fifteen thousand screaming, invested fans in the stands and the fact that female pro players do not have the liberty to take some of the chances that NHL players take because they do not have the financial and medical safety net NHL salaries provide. The games were fast, exciting, and included clear rivalries, fights, and the physicality that those who do not actually WATCH women's hockey claim women's hockey lacks. It was a joy to watch these women play, not for political reasons, but because they are talented and they play amazing hockey! I want more of it in my life and on my television screen, and so should you.

As a silly aside, on the Saturday, I won Fan of the Game for Game 1 (Team Larocque vs. Team Kessel) got to meet Erika Howe, and won a hilarious Budweiser goal light. (I never "win" anything so it was really lovely!)

The next stop on the Dream Gap Tour is Philadelphia, PA the weekend of  February 29th through March 1st. If you are in the area, I absolutely encourage you check it out!

** It was brought to my attention after writing this post that Kendall Coyne Schofield has said exhibited some incredibly problematic behaviour concerning inclusion in sport in general (most obviously but not limited to her public criticism of Colin Kaepernick's taking a knee in 2016). While I truly believe that she wishes to champion women's hockey, it does force us to confront the inherent racism of hockey itself and the alarming whiteness of North American women's hockey in general and demand that we critically analyze WHOSE RIGHTS it is that everyone is fighting for. I don't have answers, only more questions.