Friday, June 30, 2023

Churches, community & childlessness

Jessica Grose, who writes about parenting, families and relationships for the New York Times, has recently been exploring why Americans are moving away from organized religion. The fifth and final installment in her series, published June 28th, is about "What Churches Offer That ‘Nones’ Still Long For" -- i.e., "the ready-made supportive community that churchgoers can access."  She points out that secular communities seldom offer the same level of support to their members that churches/temples/mosques can and often do. 

This is the passage that I found especially interesting (and relevant, as a childless woman)(boldfaced emphasis mine)(and while Canada is not quite as religious a society as the U.S. is, I think the same statements largely apply here too):  

As the authors of “The Great Dechurching: Who’s Leaving, Why Are They Going and What Will It Take to Bring Them Back?,” all of whom are pastors, write:

In our opinion, America is largely built for a specific type of person. If you belong to a nuclear family, graduate from college, and have children after marriage, America’s institutions tend to work better for you. If you get off that track (or never started on it), the U.S. is a more difficult place in which to thrive.

They go on to say that church culture can feel unwelcoming and even shaming to people who are struggling financially or have family structures outside of the model they describe. What’s more, they write:

Modern American churches are financially incentivized to target the wealthy and create a space where those on track feel comfortable. Biblical hospitality, though, is so much more than just throwing money at a problem, and the net result is that the average American church is not truly hospitable to the less fortunate, making them feel like outsiders in our midst.

Many readers who replied to my query mentioned leaving churches that rejected them during their divorces. Others talked about being constantly hit up for money they couldn’t afford to donate.

I’d like to see faith communities do a better job of including people who aren’t on that, if you will, ordained track. Not because I think people need to be religious to live good lives — I don’t believe that — but because almost everyone needs community to flourish. As the Harvard political scientist Robert Putnam, whom I spoke to for this series and who wrote “Bowling Alone: The Collapse and Revival of American Community,” has been preaching for decades, increasing social isolation is bad for all of us.

As Carson Curtis, 36, who lives in Arizona, wrote about missing a general sense of community from attending church, “Being socially atomized is hard on the spirit.”

I've written on this blog about my own struggles with/ambivalence about religion and faith over the past 25 years, as I also grappled with pregnancy loss and permanent involuntary childlessness.  Dh & I have never been especially religious (especially in an organized religion/church sense), but we thought it was important for our children to have some grounding in basic religious/Biblical knowledge, and so we started going to church regularly when we started seriously thinking about starting a family.  And the church and its rituals did provide us with some comfort and kindness in the aftermath of our daughter's stillbirth.  

But as time went on, and the women who had been pregnant at the same time as me showed up in the pews with their adorable babies in tow -- and then a second, and sometimes a third! -- while I struggled with infertility treatments, it became harder and harder to face Sunday mornings. Churches can be wonderful, welcoming places with lots of programming and activities geared towards children and families -- but they're not so great when you don't fit that particular mold. (Some denominations/congregations, of course, are better/worse/more or less welcoming than others.)  I know I'm not the only infertile/childless woman who has felt this way!    

Of course, church isn't the only place where childless/free people can feel like the odd ones out. We're not plugged into those other communities/networks that parents have regular access to and take for granted -- kids' schools and parent/teacher organizations, their sports teams and other extracurricular activities. I see friends on Facebook regularly posting photos of themselves out for dinner with the "soccer moms" and "dance moms" that they've met and formed friendships with through their kids' activities. I have no such "mom friends" to socialize with, even on a superficial level. 

Since moving here seven years ago, I've sometimes mused about going back to church -- not so much because I'm feeling a spiritual void, but -- yes -- for the community aspects -- to meet people and make some connections, build my network a little. I haven't done it -- yet. I guess I like my lazy Sunday mornings too much...! But it's something I've considered. 

Grose is optimistic:  

After talking to readers searching for fresh answers to life’s eternal questions, I believe that there is potential for new kinds of meaningful, lasting communities to be created in the coming years that have nothing to do with organized religion as we know it. I’m eager to see what comes next, because I believe that out of this evolution, Americans can create something nurturing that is also suited to modern life.

Let's hope so...! 

Tuesday, June 27, 2023

"The Bullet That Missed" by Richard Osman (re-read)

Discovering Richard Osman's "Thursday Murder Club" series has been one of my biggest reading pleasures of the past few years, and a welcome escape from the pandemic! Book #4, "The Last Devil to Die," is due on Sept. 14th.  

It's been a loonnnggggg wait since the last volume -- "The Bullet That Missed" -- came out last fall (2022). I immediately scooped  up an e-copy of that book then, read it and reviewed it (here). And I just had a chance to revisit it, since it's the July pick for my Lighthouse Women (formerly Gateway Women) NoMo Book Club. We've already read & discussed (and enjoyed) the first two books in the series together, and we figured it was a good pick right now, as the book club recently reorganized with two new co-hosts (one being yours truly...!).  

The books take place in an upscale retirement village in rural Kent (in Britain), where -- instead of knitting or playing golf -- a foursome of amateur detectives try to solve cold cases (with a little help from a couple of friendly officers from the local police department).  They include former union leader/tough guy Ron; gentle, by-the-book psychiatrist Ibrahim; tough-as-nails retired MI5 agent Elizabeth; and slightly batty nurse and diarist Joyce (and her new puppy, Alan!). 

In this volume, the group is investigating the disappearance of a local TV anchor whose car went off a cliff 10 years ago and whose body was never found. At the same time, Elizabeth is being threatened by a mysterious new adversary (nicknamed "the Viking"),  who is blackmailing her to commit a murder of her own. Like the previous books in the series, this one's a whole huge lot of fun:  there's wit, humour, plot twists and red herrings galore -- along with some thoughtful observations about aging, friendship and more. 

Once again, I'm rating this one 5 stars on Goodreads -- the re-read did not change my opinion (I've rated the previous two books 5 stars each too). I love them all, but as I said in my original review, in some ways, I think this one is my favourite so far. :)  

Ideally, the books should be read in order:  each book revolves around a self-contained mystery, but there are certain storylines that continue from one volume to the next, and each one picks up where the last one left off. (And I'm betting that if you read one, you'll want to read the others!)  

This was Book #25 read to date in 2023 (and Book #3 finished in June), bringing me to 56% of my 2023 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 45 books. I am (for the moment, anyway...!) 4 books ahead of schedule. :)  You can find reviews of all my books read to date in 2023 tagged as "2023 books."  

Friday, June 23, 2023

Odds & ends for the weekend

  • Mel at Stirrup Queens is marking Blogoversary #17 (!!!) this week.  Go congratulate her and give her some appreciation for all she's done for our community over the years. <3 
  • I just found out my best friend from high school is becoming a grandmother this weekend -- her oldest daughter was married last summer, and is being induced on Saturday. She's in her early 30s, so I suppose it shouldn't be surprising... but somehow, it is! 
  • There was an excellent documentary on PBS on Wednesday night about endometriosis, called "Below the Belt." I don't have endo (that I know of, anyway...), but I know many people who do. The program was both maddening and highly informative. Worth a watch. BUT... 
    • Content warning:  The film does end with a "miracle baby" born to one of the women featured. (Of course...!) 
  • I adore Dr. Jen Gunter and her common sense, myth-debunking approach to women's health. (She's a fellow Manitoban and U of Manitoba alumnus, who recently received an honorary doctorate there. She's also a fellow loss mom who lost one of her triplet sons. The other two were born prematurely -- and just finished high school!) The latest edition of her Substack newsletter, The Vajenda, debunks false claims being made on Instagram about egg regeneration (?!).   
  • "‘Dramatic rise’ in number of women freezing eggs in UK," says an article in the Guardian. Some interesting stats cited here: the numbers of pregnancies and live birth rates resulting from IVF treatment have generally increased since the 1990s across all age groups (significantly in some cases) -- but what's not noted is that, overall (if you look at the numbers), most IVF patients are still leaving treatment without a baby.   
  • Another good Guardian article: "How I found joy in life without children of my own." 
  • You can't get much more "establishment" than Fortune magazine, right?  Which is why it was so absolutely awesome to see Katy of the Childless Collective (formerly Chasing Creation) quoted on the childless-not-by-choice perspective in a well-rounded article about "DINKS" (Dual Income, No Kids people) and personal finance in that publication. Headline: "Couples without kids say they have more career freedom and financial stability—the worst part is the ‘judgement’ from other people."  (Ain't that the truth, right?)  Worth a read! 
  • World Childless Week is Sept. 11th-17th, and this year's topics are being announced this week.  There are some new ones this year -- go check out the lineup! and consider making a submission! (something I say I'm going to do every year... one of these times...!). 
Have a great weekend! 

Monday, June 19, 2023

#MicroblogMondays: Odds & ends

Some odds & ends to start off the new week! 
  • Once again, a tragic story unfolded this weekend, connected to a place I knew well in my childhood.  :(   Late last week, a small bus/van full of seniors from Dauphin, Manitoba, collided with a semi-truck at an intersection on the Trans-Canada Highway (the main east-west route that runs right across Canada). 10 people are dead (still to be publicly identified);  15 still in hospital.  They were just 10 minutes from their destination, a casino near the town of Carberry. It's believed to be the worst mass casualty event in my home province's history. :(  
    • Between 1969 and 1974 (from the time I was 8 until I was 13), we lived in a small town about a 45-minute drive from Dauphin. Dauphin was the closest "big town" -- my mother would drive there every few weeks to buy groceries at the supermarket there (larger selection and lower prices than what we could get locally);  we would go there to see the dentist and optometrist and do other shopping;  and we would go there to the movies. Our best friends' mom & my mom would drop us off at the theatre for the Saturday matinee while they went shopping, and we'd all meet up later (and maybe pick up a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken to take home and reheat for dinner, or stop at the A&W drive-in for hamburgers, fries and their signature root beer) before heading home again. 
    • Between 1974 and 1980, we lived in another town along the Trans-Canada Highway, between Winnipeg & Brandon, and then between 1980 and 1984, while I was at university in Winnipeg, my parents lived in yet another small town, about an hour south of Brandon. So I've made that trip along the Trans-Canada, past that spot, many times, often by bus, to visit friends in Brandon and to visit my parents (they'd pick me up at the bus depot there and drive me home). 
    • Five years ago, in the spring of 2018, another horrific bus/truck crash near Nipawin, Saskatchewan (as well as another nearby town where we'd lived, 1966-69), claimed the lives of 15 young hockey players from the town of Humboldt. (Those involved with investigating that crash and supporting the survivors and families are now providing assistance with this one.) And last fall, 10 people died and 18 were wounded in a murderous rampage through two communities in northeastern Saskatchewan, both near yet another small town where we'd once lived (1963-66). 
  • Here's an excellent article from Psychology Today: "The Cruelty of Natalism."  (Subhead:  "Personal Perspective: If you don’t know what it means, that’s part of the problem.")  Excerpt: 
We all need to make room in our lives, and in the world, for people who don’t have, can’t have, and/or don’t want children. This requires checking our own natalism and working toward a world in which there’s a place for people without kids. Yes, some people are happily child-free. Others aren’t. Either way, they’re all struggling to exist in a world that tells them they don’t belong here.

  • Well, what do you know? The New York Times ran an article about men & infertility on Father's Day! (Gift link.)  
    • The NYT also offered tips on how to cope when Father's Day is hard, for whatever reason (which also apply for other difficult holidays & celebrations). (Gift link.) Content warning: adoption/birth announcement (on Mother's Day, no less...!) at the end of the article. 
  • Speaking of Father's Day -- we watch CBS Sunday Morning every week, and we usually enjoy Jim Gaffigan's wry commentary -- he's one of dh's favourite comedians. But his piece today about fathers vs men who don't have kids totally missed the mark. :p  (There are lots of commenters on the show's Facebook page who agree with me.)  I'm not going to link to it directly, but if you're curious, it's on the show's website and also on its Facebook page. 
  • Yael Wolfe hits it out of the ballpark once again with a rant on Medium about how aunties are undervalued ("The Auntie Era Has Arrived").  Unfortunately, it's a members-only story, and there don't appear to be any gift links.  :(  A couple of sample quotes: 
From where I’m sitting, childless and childfree aunties are one of the most unsung heroes of our world. And I’m so tired of witnessing our society judge and ignore them...

When I see the way childless/childfree aunties are treated, how invisible they are, and how underappreciated they are, I worry. When I hear people proclaim that mothers are more valuable to the world simply because of their parental status, I worry. And hell, when I see how much we fetishize the selflessness of mothers, I worry.

We don’t do this with men...  

It’s easy to call someone a doomer or a fearmonger if you’ve never lived through a rare tragedy. It’s easy to tell them to keep calm and carry on. It’s easy to tell them to look on the bright side. It’s easy to say everything will be fine.

It’s not so easy when you’ve lived through doom.

That’s why we keep our guard up.

You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here

Wednesday, June 14, 2023

"A Rule Against Murder" by Louise Penny

The "Notes From Three Pines" Readalong of Louise Penny's Three Pines/Inspector Gamache murder mystery novels recently resumed with a discussion of the third book in the series, "The Cruellest Month," which I read & reviewed in April, here

Meanwhile, I just finished book #4, "A Rule Against Murder" (titled "The Murder Stone" in some markets). This one is notable for being the first Three Pines mystery (so far?) that's almost entirely set outside of Three Pines -- although a couple of Three Pines residents play a prominent role in the plot, and other characters we've come to know from the previous books are also featured.  

I'll admit, I've kind of fallen in love with Three Pines, and I automatically assumed that I wasn't going to enjoy this book as much as the others because of the change in venue.  

I was wrong. 

It's late June (and it was early June as I read this!), and Chief Inspector Armand Gamache and his wife Reine-Marie are at the exclusive, rustic Manoir Bellechasse (not too far from Three Pines) to celebrate their wedding anniversary. They come here every year at this time -- but this time, they have company: members of the extended Finney family have more or less taken over the inn for a family reunion.  

And then (of course!) there's a murder -- and Gamache must interrupt his holiday to investigate, not only whodunnit, but why and how. 

As with the previous three novels, this one starts out slow, but picks up the pace and gets more interesting once the murder takes place. Observing the bickering, highly dysfunctional Finneys, Gamache finds himself reflecting on his relationships with his own parents and his two adult children. There are also quasi-familial relationships among the staff members at the inn. The focus on families did not faze me, as a childless-not-by-choice person -- perhaps because the Finneys are such a disagreeable bunch (lol), but also because (as usual) the writing was just SO good, the characters so well drawn and human, and the plot and subplots so absorbing. 

There are a couple of dramatic touches that seemed just a *little* cliched/overly dramatic -- e.g., both the murder AND the climax where the killer is confronted take place during huge summer storms -- but they weren't enough to detract from my overall enjoyment of the book. 

While I feel like I can never have too much Three Pines in my life ;) it turned out the new setting was not the negative factor I'd assumed it would be. In fact, Manoir Bellechasse is another place I'd love to visit, if it existed in real life. (Penny says in the author's message at the end that it's loosely based on the Hovey Inn in North Hatley, Quebec, where she was married.)  

(As with the previous books: do not read this when you're hungry! -- the food descriptions will have you drooling!)  

5 stars on Goodreads. 

This was Book #24 read to date in 2023 (and Book #2 finished in June), bringing me to 53% of my 2023 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 45 books. I am (for the moment, anyway...!) 4 books ahead of schedule. :)  You can find reviews of all my books read to date in 2023 tagged as "2023 books."  

Tuesday, June 13, 2023

#MicroblogMondays: Neighbourly reminder

(This #MM is actually coming on a Tuesday, which is when my writing inspiration finally hit...!)  

One of dh's cousins is moving (to another suburb) -- and the neighbours on the street they're leaving threw them a big farewell party on someone's driveway last weekend, complete with a big banner stretched across the garage. His wife posted some photos from the party on her social media accounts.  

They moved into this house and neighbourhood a few years ago when it was a newly built subdivision, and I imagine everyone moved in at more or less the same time. All the couples in the photos -- about 20 people total -- look to be about the same age (40s/early 50s), and no doubt they all have kids who grew up playing together and hanging out together. 

I looked at the photos and just kept thinking about how very different it was when dh & I moved. Needless to say, there were no big, fond farewell parties for us.  The longtime neighbours on the one side of us -- including their daughter, Little Girl Next Door (LGND), who was born six months after I lost Katie, and whom we watched grow up -- did make a point of coming over to say goodbye as the moving van was being loaded, and to tell us what good neighbours we'd been and wish us well. (I even got a big hug from the wife.)  We'd never been "hang out at each others' houses/drinks together on the porch" kind of neighbours, but we would pick up mail for each other and chat with each other outside, and buy raffle tickets and Girl Guide cookies from LGND -- stuff like that. 

On the other hand, the neighbours on the other side, who'd been around almost as long as we had, were clearly offended that we were moving (I suspect they may have realized that THEY were one of the reasons we wanted to leave...!) and pointedly avoided us after the "for sale" sign went up...! 

These were the only neighbours we really knew on the street.  We'd known one or two other couples we'd exchange pleasantries with regularly, but they had moved by then themselves. 

The entire 26 years we lived there -- and certainly the 18 after we lost Katie -- I watched these and other families in the neighbourhood outside with their kids, chatting easily with each other. Dh chatted with some of them more often than I did -- after all, he was outside more often, mowing the grass, shovelling snow, etc. I tried exchanging small talk with some of the women, especially when we first moved there -- but it was pretty awkward. They would chat with each other animatedly about their kids, their schools, their sports teams, etc. -- and I would have nothing to contribute to the conversation. 

Of course it got even more awkward after I lost the baby I had been visibly pregnant with.... And I couldn't help but think how different things might have been, had Katie been here. 

(Might have been. Maybe not. But certainly more likely.)  

I sometimes joke that I flunked Suburbia 101 -- and sometimes I don't think I was too far off the mark.  

I wasn't going to write about this -- but those damned photos keep popping up at the top of my Instagram feed every time I opened it over the past two days, reminding me of a world and a lifestyle and a "club" that I never got to be a part of. I'm betting that if I had "liked" or commented on them when I first saw them, they would have disappeared from my feed. It was like they were just waiting for me to do it. ("Hey! Over here! Remember us??")  

But I just couldn't do it.  (And after a while, when the photos kept popping up to haunt me, I was damned if I was going to do it, lol.)

(No offense to dh's cousin, his wife and their family, who I actually quite like...!) 

You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here

Friday, June 9, 2023

Friday night odds & ends

  • This past week was an unnerving taste of the ominous future that's knocking loudly at our doors.  After keeping the balcony door closed and running the air purifier for most of the week, because of the poor air quality outside (because of the smoke from the huge forest fires happening all across the country), it (thankfully) rained here on Thursday night/Friday (this) morning. I'm not sure whether it rained where the fires are -- but, combined with the shifting winds, the air quality improved enough on Friday that we could open the balcony door again and go outside, unmasked. 
  • The Full Stop podcast has a brand new spiffy website -- and this week, they've launched a new global community for childless-not-by-choice people.  Visit the new website for details!  
  • A first-person essay from The Globe & Mail about grief with some familiar-sounding observations:  "The grieving outcast: I lost a lot more than my sister." 
  • From the BBC:  "IVF patients need more mental health support, charity says." Well, duh... but it's nice to see some attention being drawn to this critical issue. 
    • However!  Please note:  the important message the story is trying to convey was undercut by the fact that just two IVF patients were interviewed for the story -- both of whom are now mothers. (Pregnancy & baby photos are included, of course.)  Given that the vast majority of IVF patients leave treatment without a baby (with even greater repercussions for their mental health), might it not have been wise to include this perspective (or even the mere fact that most treatments do not succeed) in the story too??