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I wasn't sure I was going to write this post. Even as I begin, I wonder if I will press publish. I know that there will be people who read this that will not agree with me. I know that I will offend some people and maybe lose some readers, and I'm ok with that.

I know this is a food blog. It's a place where you can come and find good recipes, but it's more than that. It's also my little online home, and I want you to know that it is a place of love and acceptance.

I've been without words for the past few days. Heartbroken. There has been so much sadness and disbelief that it has been hard to even breath.

Yesterday I cried, and I'm not one to often cry.

I thought about what I would say to my daughter if she was old enough to ask questions. How would I explain to her that there are people who hate her because she is a girl? How would I explain to her that there are people that hate her uncles because they are gay? How would I explain to her that there are people that hate our friends and family because of the color of their skin or the religions they choose to believe?

What would I say to her if she asked why?

Yesterday I saw online the horror of what is happening in America. I read your stories with tears in my eyes and pain in my heart. I wish I could stand beside you to shield you from the words you've had to hear and the fear you feel. You deserve to be loved and accepted for who you are. We are all one.

I grew up hearing stories about The War from both sides of my family. My mother's side survived bombings and concentration camps. My father's side fought bravely as soldiers. The stories from both sides are ugly.

Today is Remembrance Day here in Canada. Every year I think about my family and the sacrifices they had to make so that we can live in a peaceful country. It's a day marked with the deepest gratitude.

This year I'm also thinking about my American friends who are teetering so close to repeating a part of history that no one wants to be repeated. In the midst of all this fear and sadness, I choose to send love.

LOVE to all the women who have experienced violation, abuse, discrimination, and hurtful words. LOVE to all the women who are afraid to show their religion in public. LOVE to all the men and women who fear their marriages might be ripped from them. LOVE to all who have suffered hate and violence because of the color of their skin.

I'm also choosing to do what is the hardest. I'm sending love to those causing all this pain. I'd be lying if I told you this is an easy thing for me to do. It's not. Sending love to people who behave in ways that are so utterly contradictory to everything I believe in is one of the most difficult things I could do. It is also one of the most important things. This battlefield must be fought with love. To fight it any other way means we have become what we are fighting against. We are better than that.

This is for my sisters and brothers in America and across the world who have had to suffer for who you are. This is for all my sisters and brothers who support and love and accept. There is strength in numbers and I want you to know that I am on your side. In this time of darkness, I want you to know that you are not alone.