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I am actively limiting keyboard time since my right side is raging thanks to RSI, tendonitis and shoulder pain. I plan to resume writing actual entries with words once symptoms subside. In the meantime, enjoy excellent photos that tell stories of their own
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Still.

This 30-day blogging challenge just got pretty interesting now that I worked so much last week my carpal tunnel/stress injury has roared alive. Ow, ow, ow.

Lean In: a ballet in 3 acts…

*The story below¬†happened a few weeks¬†ago. Re-posted from my FB because it is hella evergreen and I am doing this daily writing challenge¬†and I wrote/lived this so it counts…

My sister’s nanny is sick. She is teaching and needs help.
Is desperate.
Calls me.
She asks “Are you #hashtag¬†busy or ACTUALLY busy?!?!”
I’m getting some women in tech award this eve.
Was gonna go to some nerdprom stuff.
Leave tomorrow for Geneva. Have not packed.
So I’m ~kinda~ busy.
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There is no child care provided at the women in tech awards thing.
(of course there is no child care…)
I vent to my childless/yolo peer group. “UGH ‚Ä™#leanin¬†amirite?!”
They’re like “EW KIDS. THAT IS WHAT NANNIES ARE FOR. DUH.”
One recommends I create Instacart but for babysitters…
And goes back, I presume, to Snapchatting their Tinder hookups.
Why am I throwing shade?
WHO WOULDN’T WANT INSTACART FOR TINDER HOOKUPS?!?!
My brain explodes.
Still pretty sure my generation is The Worst…
and the empathy gap for caregivers so, so vast.
a finale/

p.s still need to pack
p.p.s here is a picture of a baby deleting my code while I’m on a conference call

Question Problems

“When you struggle with a problem, that is when you understand it…”

This clip autoplayed while I was working today and half-paying attention. I listened to the last part and thought, “This is excellent advice for¬†people screening job candidates” and sent to a few friends who were hiring.


Then I listened to it again and was reminded of advice I got from my father on the importance of asking the right questions to your problems to make sure you pull the right lessons. Can you ever reverse engineer solutions if you never examined what you got you there? Can you reframe challenges into opportunities if you fail to ask the right questions? It reminded me that problems and challenges can sharpen you and make you wiser but only if you choose. Wisdom is the gold medal awarded when you lean in to learn from your struggles.

“Anyone who has struggled hard with a problem never forgets it.”

Systems Awareness & How We Work

I not-ironically listened to this great Q&A Kanye West gave at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago.

It was a session on the creative process, making art, his experience¬†trying to study and¬†navigate unwelcoming systems. ¬†I saw so many parallels between that space¬†and the social change sector. Both worlds are art in their own right. Yet being able to thrive in either one¬†and work with integrity to your vision while developing¬†resources to ensure your work stays alive is a creative form all on it’s own. How we work is art.

For example, this reminds me of so many nonprofit “partnerships”…

KW:¬†Well, metaphorically, to be stereotyped as a hip-hop artist can be very much a hood that can put you in positions where people wouldn‚Äôt expect you to be. And in the same way how, when you step into places that have a ‚Äúyou‚Äôre not from here‚ÄĚ-type vibe, if you are from there, and you‚Äôre too accredited, a lot of times people will put their guards up, and be less willing to work with you. And a lot of times I‚Äôve been able to work with the most amazing people on the planet because I was considered not be a threat to what they do‚ÄĒbecause I was just there to be a ‚Äúhip-hop artist.”…¬†Actually, I use that little box and that stereotype to my advantage‚Äďto just be able to put that hoodie on and collaborate as much as possible.

Civic Tech & Funk Parades

“This is my special place. I come here when I don’t want to run into anyone I work with¬†and when I miss being around black people,” I explained to a¬†friend I was meeting at one of my¬†favorite spots on the other side of the city. “This is where I go when I want to sit alone and read for hours but still hear¬†go-go music thumping in the background. Also there’s¬†good wifi.”

“This is a¬†place where all those things dovetail together so well,” she said. And to that I’m like YUP, yo. YUP.

I want to keep it my special place so I¬†won’t mention where but¬†why I love it so much is a reflection of my¬†love for community, my deep belief in¬†civic tech and why I constantly beat the drum for inclusivity in how we talk about, fund and do this thing we call¬†“civic innovation”.

Place matters.

There’s no one in the pipeline! Women aren’t at the table! Where are the people of color?! Waaah.

As a woman technologist of color, I have conversations that evoke these phrases about 20x a week. The context for these exchanges are usually in conference rooms, small closed-door meetings or phone conversations where I am being asked to do things like explain the impact of structural racism and systemic barriers in less than 30 seconds or recruit women/people of color to do X or Y. It is as impractical in efficacy as it is exhausting.

Also it is a special type of arrogance and erasure for technologists tasked to build tools that will re-imagine the citizenship experience to also not acknowledge or explore the opportunities and innovation in the very communities we seek to build tools for. And in failing to do so, as we build in this manner are we challenging inequality or are we unwittingly driving it?

How do we build a future that not only creates new opportunities and power but also builds new forms of power that is distributed more equitably?

Place matters.

Pipeline, table, these structures are artificial. No wonder no fun is happening there.

When we, as community, create together,¬†in community, we’re no longer doing civic innovation in a post-colonial context. This is¬†how¬†we need to build the future- in concert with one another. This is how we avoid simply creating¬†a post-colonial Internet and take¬†this opportunity in time to disrupt entrenched systemic barriers to access, engagement and joy. Communities can inform technology once¬†we no longer ignore¬†the world¬†of innovation that has long existed beyond our conference rooms.

This¬†is also why I was so comfortable sharing my special place with my friend who is shaping the Build With, Not For framework for civic technology in a monumental way. She gets it. And hopefully after watching her super smart talk below, you’ll see why this is important too…

“Often when we talk about innovation we talk about meeting people where they are. But we so rarely take it literally…”¬†

Where do you go when you want to blend in yet still feel seen?
Where do you go to escape but still imagine?
Where can you unconsciously sway to the beat and realize everyone is doing a little dance of their own too?
And what can we make when we meet there to build the future together?

Empathy & Connection

When people you count on disappear and ghost from tough moments in life, it’s hard to take, difficult to process and it’s a pain that is completely¬†avoidable. You don’t have words? Let’s help you find them. So this website for Empathy Cards created by brilliant cancer survivor is a INTERNET TREASURE.

‚ÄúThe most difficult part of my illness wasn‚Äôt losing my hair, or being erroneously called ‚Äėsir‚Äô by Starbucks baristas, or sickness from chemo,‚ÄĚ McDowell writes on her¬†website. ‚ÄúIt was the loneliness and isolation I felt when many of my close friends and family members disappeared because they didn‚Äôt know what to say, or said the absolute wrong thing without realizing it.‚ÄĚ

And the cards are gorgeous, hilarious and deeply poignant

There is a severe empathy gap in our culture. We are not socialized to talk about death, grief or serious illness from a place of creating connection and support systems.¬†The pattern to approach pain and grief as something to be “fixed” rather human experiences to live and be supported through always struck me as deep culture disconnect. I’ve never understood people who “just don’t know what to say” and therefore disappear¬†when loved ones experience grief, trauma and/or serious illnesses. Unfortunately, through¬†death, trauma and caregiving for loved ones in my life, I have¬†had plenty of practice to develop compassion for people who ghost but in my core I still think: Really? Really? This is Showing Up 101. How is this so hard?

Living through deep grief, I am noticing this pattern in my life now and feel unsettled on how to unfold that without the other person feeling prompted to coach/fix me. When I sense the conversation walking down that path I borrow words a friend said while she was getting treated for cancer, “I don’t need you to fix anything. I just need you to sit next to me and be with me while I’m sad.”

Last night in New York, I grabbed dinner with a friend who gave me the greatest gift just letting me talk through hard things with the grace of a someone who has survived her own rough moments through the power of connection, support and love. Connection, support and love. That is the heart of empathy.

In a sense, being¬†supported through the other side of pain radicalized me. ¬†It made me committed to loving hard and challenging whenever I hear “I just don’t know what to say…” I always, always tell them:

It is an honor to bear witness and love someone through their pain.
Who will stand with you through yours?

Expand Yourself

“Do not shrink. Your voice matters.”¬†

I was in the back room at a¬†journalism conference 6-ish years ago and Dori Maynard was giving me a pep talk. I don’t remember why but my¬†morale was low¬†and I felt lost (not too dissimilar from now, actually!) Dori listened before using¬†that moment¬†to issue a call to action for me¬†to see that I’d start feeling less lost as soon as I got to work on making my own path. “Everything is changing, nothing is guaranteed… create, invent, show up. Do not shrink. Your voice matters.

Tonight I attended the DC memorial service for Dori and it was beautiful and sweet, painful and real. I still cannot believe she is gone because I see her everywhere: in my work, on mastheads around the world, honoring good journalism, pushing where we can do better, asking hard questions, pushing us, pushing me. Do not shrink.

“The country‚Äôs greatest achievements came about because somebody believed in something, whether it was in a steam engine, an airplane or a space shuttle. Only when we lose hope in great possibilities are we really doomed. Reversals and tough times inspire some people to work harder for what they believe in.‚ÄĚ — Dori’s father, Robert C. Maynard wrote.

Dori was our relentless champion. Not just a champion for diversity in journalism, for media we all deserve. She saw an inclusive world most people in media could not even begin to imagine, one where diverse voices can shape our media and drive the future. At the Maynard Institute her heart and soul was committed to making this future come alive: create, invent, show up.

“She spoke truth to power even when addressing the most formidable audience. Her voice can now only be heard by those willing to carry on her work.

Geneva Overholser said tonight¬†“Being around Dori was like being called to expand yourself.” That is the essence of Dori I always try to hold¬†with me. I work in¬†industries which¬†usually render women that look like¬†me invisible. Yet with Dori I always felt¬†seen¬†and that gave me faith to expand myself and work¬†hard for a future I believe in, for a better world¬†we all deserve.¬†I will always, always cherish her for that.¬†She made me brave.

Do not shrink. Your voice matters.

On being alone, together.

Sparked by inspiring friends in my writing group, I’m kicking off a 30 day blogging challenge here. This is Day 1. On y va…

I had no idea I was in such good company.

Though I don’t like this also meant I am probably not the one who felt spent, empty and exhausted.

And I have been for awhile but I finally took advice from good, caring friends and took some days off to recharge. Four days later I sit here feeling like a new woman‚ÄĒ better, re-energized, and happier. It was such a clear, obvious fix that I also sit here wondering: what the hell took me so long?

Now I see why it was hard to recognize‚ÄĒ this is not how I usually get exhausted. Instead of maintaining an intense international travel schedule, deploying to various disasters, visiting with field projects or speaking at conferences, I‚Äôve been on a just-as-intense meeting grind though never really leaving DC or New York. Constantly on, with so many people, in so many meetings that I usually didn‚Äôt have a voice by the end of the week while also still working across different time zones. Not to mention managing the usual high-stress demands that comes in tow with being from a large intergenerational immigrant family. For some reason, because I wasn‚Äôt jet-lagged or decompressing from intense/sad trips, my exhaustion didn‚Äôt fully register until I was checking in with a good friend, dreading the meeting-people-packed day ahead. Empty, exhausted, out of gas it clicked.

‚ÄúI am a motherfucking introvert,‚ÄĚ I declared.

It is interesting being an outgoing person with a large personality and a genuine love of people… who also almost always would love to just to sit with those people she genuinely loves and have a quiet meal or read a book rather than hang out in a bar. I grew up in a large family, constantly surrounded by people all the time. But in that loud house full of people, I bifurcated like a boss: the unofficial kid-bossypants organizing neighborhood games but also carving out my own moments of zen constantly lost in books or exploring. Once I literally created my own reading cave in a set of bushes and was there so long, so focused on 1001 Arabian Nights and tuned out to world around me that there was a full-out search party organized.

This is all to say, I present to the world as an extrovert but I am a motherfucking introvert.

And was totally in denial about that for a long time.

I was in denial each time I tried to sit in bars reading a book and get ridiculously annoyed when someone inevitably tries to ask me about what I was reading.

Finally conceding that night on the phone with my friend spent and empty: I am a motherfucking introvert.

Later I tweeted/FB this joke:

And was genuinely surprised how much it resonated with my friends on FB who had excellent suggestions for introvert-friendly social spots. I didn’t realize I had so many introvert friends, that so many other public-facing leaders also crave quiet and that they hand intel on so many A+ spots… hold outs!

‚ÄúWow. I‚Äôm really not alone in this‚Ķ‚ÄĚ I thought to myself. ‚ÄúWell I am alone‚Ķ but so very not.‚ÄĚ

That night on the phone with my friend, we¬†talked¬†through what I could do to refill my energy well. Listening and acting on that counsel was such a tremendous gift for¬†myself. I‚Äôve always been proud to be someone who derives strength from solitude and perfectly happy being alone with myself ‚ÄĒ when did I accept army crawling on empty the only option rather than a call to create the space I need to thrive?

The core of this tale is quite basic: Area Woman Takes Break, Feels Better. But for a post about solitude the essence of the outcome is even more awesome: giving space to discover more about ourselves and sharing what we need to show up as our best self can create a stronger connection with others. We can get even better at being alone, together and it will make us closer friends, stronger leaders and happier people.

‚ÄúHave your own revelations… we can all stand to unplug and get inside our own heads a little more often.‚ÄĚ – Susan Cain


What magical things did I do on this tiny break?

Nothing spectacular: read, sit in quiet, exercise, write. Alone.

And it was motherfucking glorious.