Fall is a magical time in New England. One by one and then in clusters the leaves give way to hues of red and yellow and orange, as if bursting into flames. “The trees are on fire” I say. As a native Southern Californian, a hillside of such colors are usually framed by black billowing smoke. Continue reading “The practice of joy”
I am still processing all that was the World Domination Summit, a gathering of writers, creative and world changers over a warm summer weekend in Portland, Oregon. There are brilliant recaps of the speakers and events here and here. But what happened outside of the scheduled events were just as powerful for me. Continue reading “The World Domination Summit: Fertile ground to get out of your own way and create”
My first vivid memory outside the United States occurred when I was 8 years old. My mom and I travelled south by car from Vista, California, past expansive homes perched on hillsides, lagoons with crashing waves in the distance and tall shiny buildings. Continue reading “The other side”
I recently attended the Global Health and Innovation Conference at Yale, the first non-work conference I’ve ever attending. After attending dozens of academic gatherings over the years, this was by far my favorite. I left full of ideas, new connections and clarity about my life path. Continue reading “Mastering conferences”
“What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? -Mary Oliver
I’ve been throwing myself birthday parties since third grade. Birthdays were an excuse to gather the people I love, feed them and play.
This year, I have a different vision. Women in post-conflict Kamoniyi, Rwanda, gathering around a fresh new start. Clean water. Continue reading “Run to empower women”
Three years ago I was accepted into a fully funded doctoral program in my dream field. I quit my job, loaded up a UHaul and moved to sunny San Diego.
Then, my father was given months to live. Prostate cancer. And my mother, who had long suffered from bipolar disorder, stopped taking her medication. I flew to St. Louis, Missouri and drove hours until I reached a remote hospital near the Arkansas border. I scooped up my mother, like I had so many times growing up, and brought her home. Continue reading “5 Life lessons I learned from quitting my PhD program”