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Seven Seven, Ten Years Later

Seven Seven, Ten Years Later

I’ve been thinking all day about what to say, feeling that there is so much to say, about the events of July 7, 2005.  I walked from Borough Market to Charing Cross today, simply to soak in London and in support of #walktogether, an initiative marking the ten-year anniversary of the London bombings. Ten years ago, I was on a bus back to London from Stansted Airport, after spending a weekend in Portugal with my then very-new boyfriend.  My mother called me, with her frantic voice, asking where I was.  She’d been awoken by the news from her sister on the east coast.  It was a time before internet on smart phones, and all I knew sitting on that bus was there were “incidents” in London and the bus would not be going into the center. Much of London, just like us, set off walking.  Our walk was probably only four or five miles.  But once we arrived at Craig’s house, we were there for a few days.  Everything was on pause.  London stood still. I lived at Kings Cross.  It was my tube stop.  The bus that was bombed was a few streets away from school.  My flatmate called to say he was fine; to see where I was.  That he wasn’t planning on leaving the flat anytime soon.  Once I fully understood what had happened, I had a very hard time getting back on the tubes or buses – even though getting back to my flat required both of those things. This morning, when I started reminiscing about 2005, the details were so blurry.  Where were we... read more
On being visible…and a Liebster Award

On being visible…and a Liebster Award

I remember being a boy, sitting on the side of a hallway with my mother.  This was in apartheid South Africa.  A white priest walked by my mother and doffed his cap to my mother.  Imagine that! Desmond Tutu, Oxford, April 2015 Last week, I was fortunate to spend two days in Oxford taking in festivities related to global social entrepreneurship. While there are definitions and complexities of the term that I can impart, I won’t do that here.*  Rather, in the conversations, from esteemed thought and spiritual leaders all the way through to the individual social entrepreneurs a consistent theme emerged – the deep human need to be visible in this world. The story that Desmond Tutu shared is a powerful example of how one tiny gesture, one moment of visibility, could be remembered and then shared, some sixty or seventy years later, on a stage in Oxford.  His story of visibility sparked multiple conversations in Oxford of who is still not in the room and not at the table, of whose voices are we not hearing for or listening to, and most importantly, how we can each “doff our cap” to one another, acknowledging our shared humanity. Make It Your Problem is someone who encourages us to use our voices and works to connect those to one another.  It was a delightful surprise that he shared the Liebster Award with this blog.  It’s not simply the extension of visibility for my own words, but also the opportunity that I now have to provide visibility into the blogs, words and images of others.  You could spend days Googling Liebster Awards and read all of the meaning it... read more
It’s not the village, it’s the villagers.

It’s not the village, it’s the villagers.

Our morning routine used to start at 5:45am, not by my choice by rather the choice of the voice wafting from the crib. Husband was either rushing to leave the house or had already left. I was allowed about 30 seconds in the bathroom before the wafting voice reached unacceptable decibels for that early in the morning. I’d revel in the 10 seconds of our morning greetings and hugs, before needing to supply the requisite banana and Cheerios. With child plopped, in front of TV with breakfast, I’d begin the morning “get ready routine”. Up the stairs, down the stairs. And with some magic tossed in, we’d both be clothed, in the car, by 7:20am.

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Yes, Paris.  And Yes, Parents.

Yes, Paris. And Yes, Parents.

The mantra of my life with a daughter is “try”. In the early days, it was “try” to shower. “Try” the baby carrier. “Try” to go to the store. As she’s aged, the “try”s have gotten a bit more interesting. “Try” to go to Mexico. “Try” to have her walk holding your hand. The”try”s are not linear pursuit – having one work on one day does not mean it will work again on the next day, or any other day ever again. “Try” to go to the store fails regularly.

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Silencing myself:  the pursuit of a Ph.D.

Silencing myself: the pursuit of a Ph.D.

In 2007, I went on a month-long Rotary Fellowship to Saitama, Japan. It was an opportunity to blend my previous experience of Japan with my new found love of philanthropy. My focus during that month was on how philanthropy appears in Japanese society. It was the days of the export of “strategic philanthropy” from the US and the chatter of “Asia not having traditions of philanthropy”, and I was curious enough to want to dig deeper.

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I can breathe.

I can breathe.

Every morning, I watch the water in the Thames River as my daughter and I take our three-minute ferry ride from Rotherhithe to Canary Wharf. As we get closer to the Wharf side, I can start to see the tall buildings of London in the background – the Shard, the Gherkin, St. Pauls. My eyes come back to the shoreline and I look upon the brick buildings of the Docklands. Every morning, I think “ahhhh”.

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For many years I conceived of what this blog would be like & all the very wise & profound things I would say. I can't remember any of those things now, so I write about the absurdness of most things. I am a young(ish). working professional. mom. This blog is all about that. And cupcakes.

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