Monthly Archives: September 2012

An anniversary of sorts

5 years ago today was the day that Jerry and I announced to our families (and the larger world around us) that we were atheists.

Unbeknownst to us, September 30th would be later become International Blasphemy Rights Day. Kinda fitting, don’t you think?

This weekend has been a busy one, particularly in terms of the atheist-activist side of me. On Friday night, I helped host a reading group for the Saskatoon Secular Family Network. And tonight, I was a part of a Reasonable Women get-together.  Both groups are so important to me, not only because they help bring likeminded people together, but because (selfishly) I have made so many great friendships as a result of these groups’ existence.

I can’t say that the 5 years since I’ve been ‘out’ have all been good ones — I’ve used this blog to document many of the ups and downs of being the only nonbeliever in a family of believers, as well as some of the difficulties of being in a minority group.  But difficulties aside, I’m really proud that on September 30th, 2007, Jerry and I took that tough step of admitting out loud our nonbelief.

Here’s to the next  5 years!

Around here

Emma decided to label our pumpkins (from our garden!) so we’ll know which one is who’s — I love how she spells my name ‘Rebeky’:

And, it looks like our little grrrl is much more into math than her mama! Here she is showing off her 100′s activity from her Montessori school:

We’ve been reading Charlotte’s Web at bedtime, and it’s like visiting an old friend. It’s quite something to share with my little girl a book that meant so much to me when I was her age! Reading EB White’s words is an adventure in itself — I love how he writes, and how respectful he is to kids. He really doesn’t hold many punches back in tackling some of the more difficult parts of being alive. I’m already stocking up on tissues for when we get to the end of the book.

Today I taught my first graduate-level class…

and it was a great experience!

This term I’m helping teach The Philosophy and Practice of University Teaching, and wow, do I love it!  The students are engaged and passionate, and — aren’t afraid to ask tough questions.  While this is indeed *extra* work to my load as a lecturer, I can already see it breathing new life into what I do on a day-to-day basis.

Moments like these make me LOVE the job I’m in.

Today’s tag is #thanks-full.

On the somebodies I used to know

Oh Facebook, you are a strange, addicting creature.

It’s funny how such a medium can on one hand inspire a sense of closeness with your (real-life) friends, and then at the same time also make you feel a sort-of faux closeness with people you haven’t seen in years (or people you have yet to meet in real-life).

And then there’s the altogether different Facebook-effect of noticing old friendships vicariously through your current connections — and having that distinct feeling of recognizing “somebody that I used to know.”

More often than not I feel that last effect when my family members’ feeds pop up on my FB wall — I’ll recognize a name of a distant auntie or cousin, or someone who I went to school with, or more often than not, the familiar name of someone who I went to church with.

And when I see these familiar, long-ago-friends’ names pop up, it hits me how different my life is now that I’m in Canada, versus who I was when I was back in Savannah, years ago.

It’s been over 10 years since I’ve moved away from the south, and now when I think of the memories of that time and place, they are bathed in that fuzzy camera lens — they’re there, but they’re not in nearly as clear of a focus as my life in the here and now.  Part of me wonders what it’s going to be like when I do visit my hometown again. Will it be a cathartic and liberating experience, or will it be more of a reminder of all the times when I felt so trapped and alone?

Anyway, it’s an odd feeling to mull over.  I know that most of these old friends from my past life wouldn’t approve of or understand the life I am living now. In some ways the Becky they knew back then is gone, so maybe it’s a good thing we’re not FB ‘friends’.  But it’s a shame they’ll never know who it is I’ve become — because on most days, I kinda rock.

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First Writing Since (Poem on Crisis of Terror)” by Suheir Hammad

there is no poetry in this. there are causes and effects. there are
symbols and ideologies. mad conspiracy here, and information we will
never know. there is death here, and there are promises of more.

there is life here. anyone reading this is breathing, maybe hurting,
but breathing for sure. and if there is any light to come, it will
shine from the eyes of those who look for peace and justice after the
rubble and rhetoric are cleared and the phoenix has risen.

Never forget.