Guest Writer: Social Justice Mommy (SJM) is a regular blogger.  When she is not writing for this blog, Heather Setka, is an editor and freelance writer and single mom raising a five year old daughter.

Where There's Smoke, There's Ire  read more »

Sometimes in my quest to raise the perfect socially conscious child, I fail.

I've started dating Someone. He's significant enough to warrant a capital S and a place in my writing. So I've told my daughter about him.  read more »

You really never do. One day the non-profits you donate to could be the places you turn for help.

I am a vocal supporter for the Calgary Women's Emergency Shelter. I've donated in the past and I'd give more if I could. But I also do my part by talking about it as a worthwhile organization whenever I can: dinner parties, lunch-room gossip, casual conversations. "Hey, did you know about this charity and what they do? You should give them some money..."

Little did I know I'd be using the very services I'd donated to in the past. Someone I care about came to me with a serious problem. Her life was in tatters; her heart, mind, soul and body were all being abused.

I had no idea what to do.

For someone who'd advocated on a personal level for a charity, it never occurred to me to turn there for help. My face is bright crimson as I make this admission.

Another friend actually told me to call the Calgary Women's Emergency Shelter. Duh...I could've told myself that.

The counselor was amazing. She listened to me describe what I knew, what I was terrified of. Over the phone, she bore witness to my tears, frustration and sadness. And she understood. She didn't ask me stupid questions like, "Well, what do you mean abuse? Is there any hitting involved?" She knew exactly what to say, and exactly what I needed. Most importantly, she told me I was doing the right thing. I was listening. My inability to swoop down and save the day had been crushing me. But the counselor told me that listening was all I could do. In fact, it was exactly what I should be doing.

When my daughter and I talk about why we give to charities like the Calgary Women's Emergency Shelter, I tell her the reason is that they help people who are sad and hurt.

Now I know first hand that it's true.

Social Justice Mommy (SJM) is a regular blogger.  When she is not writing for this blog, Heather Setka, is an editor and freelance writer and single mom raising a five year old daughter.

My daughter loves nature and science books. I’m a writer, so this perplexes me.

There is a vast world of children’s literature that I, as a reader, would much rather explore than learn about the mating habits of orcas, the many varieties of house cats or the unique properties of volcanic lava.

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I volunteer at my daughter’s school. Sometimes when I’m sharpening pencils or making sock puppets, I wonder if this is really how I’m meant to change the world. Then I picture the mayhem of 30+ Kindergarteners trying to sharpen their pencils at once, and my work feels purposeful, meaningful. Call it the butterfly effect.  read more »

We pulled up to the coffee shop just as the latest news about Haiti came on the radio. Normally, my daughter wouldn’t be listening. She’d be daydreaming, watching cars go by. But I stopped, held breathless by the story of a man waiting for medical help for one of his daughters. His other little girl was already dead.  read more »

My daughter has a strange attachment to things. It startles me whenever it rears its adorable (nothing she does is ugly) head.

Since my daughter was born, we’ve been both the recipients and givers of many clothes to and from many different homes. It’s a karma-based system whereby you may not be giving hand-me-downs to the same family you get them from.  read more »