Black Lives Matter.
Read MoreIn another reality, this morning I landed in Sydney. In that same reality - the one that was until it wasn’t - I was spending six weeks with my best friend and her newborn baby in a faraway country, taking myself on little adventures in a new city, wondering how my plants were doing. I was (finally!) going to the Great Barrier Reef - an overnight on a tour boat and a day trip to a nearby waterfall. I was going to visit old friends, maybe go to Melbourne. I booked the flight to Sydney a few months into her pregnancy; my job could travel, why not move it to her.
Then the world changed.
Read MoreIn the last 48 hours I have been in multiple meetings, conversations, text threads, Facebook groups that all are starting to realize one thing: we are all about to lose a lot of money. Galas and conferences are begin cancelled. Programming is getting pulled. Clients are stopping work indefinitely. Fundraising campaigns are being put on hold. Endowments are crashing with the stock market. One client I spoke to said they learned their insurance policy doesn’t cover losses from bacterial or viral infections. No one - not one person - knows what to do and how to make up for these losses, no matter how short-term they may end up being.
Read MoreIt’s impossible to know how much misogyny played into Warren or Hillary’s campaigns; to quantify how much more or less successful these women could have been if their woman-ness was not a factor. Our disbelief and distrust in women runs too deep to be able to fully identify it. But I feel it. I feel it in every snake emoji, every conversation about Warren’s “viability,” every tweet accusing her of destroying the progressive wing of the party. Just because you can’t put numbers to it doesn’t mean its not true. It’s winking at me and sinking into my bones.
Read More‘Tis the season for lists and reflections! As the year and the decade alike come to a close it’s hard to resist doing some kind of inventory. I have to admit, I can’t fully deal with the end-of-a-decade-compare-contrast (thinking in depth about my 24 year old self feels like a lot) so I’m going to table that for some journal entry somewhere. Suffice it to say, the first half of this decade was in my twenties, Philadelphia, and partnership, and the second half was in my thirties, New York, and single. What a world!
Read MoreA few years ago, as the holidays approached and me and my fellow nonprofit-based family members all got on our Giving Tuesday bandwagons, a conversation started to emerge about how we each share our money. A generational divide began to show - a bit of the old guard versus the young radicals (note: the “youngest” here is 30). The older generation gave to known, trusted institutions - the World Wildlife Fund, the ACLU, WNYC. My generation gave to grassroots organizations. And on this Giving Tuesday 2019, I encourage you to get on my level.
Read MoreThere’s this phrase that nonprofits love to add to job listings - “salary commensurate with experience.” I’m not sure where this phrase came from, I assume some very clever marketer who was tasked with coming up with a phrase that makes you *sound* generous but gives you the option to not be if you don’t wanna. It has become my (current, give me 20 minutes and I’ll find a new one) bane of existence.
Read MoreI’m thinking a lot about reinventing the wheel these days. Nonprofits are great at it - it’s arguably one of our core competencies. Specifically, I’ve been thinking about how much time and money has been spent by every little organization to find and collate information that every other organization, large and small, has also found and collated. I think about my friends in the nonprofit world and realize that between all of us there are probably thousands of hours of labor that have been spent finding information that someone else has already found and documented on an internal server somewhere.
Read MoreThis year has been a hard time to be a woman. New allegations are coming forth against Brett Kavanaugh, our President is a known abuser, and people across the country are being (re)re-traumatized; abortion access is on the chopping block; women are once again being labeled “unelectable.” I’ve talked before about how important female friends are in waiting out the storm. But in the last couple of weeks I have had loving, charming conversations with some old, male friends and so let’s talk about the power of friendships between men and women.
Read MoreAs some of you may know, I am trying to launch a new organization - a sort of nonprofit/consultancy hybrid to help independent abortion clinics. In trying to get off the ground I keep on running into a common refrain from both funders and fiscal sponsors: “We’re in strategic planning right now so we are not taking any new applicants.”
I understand the impulse, truly I do. I love a vision & a plan. There are a lot of competing priorities right now and everyone wants to be stewarding funds and programs as best as they possibly can. We want alignment and maximization of impact and all of it. Funders want to know where their money is going and why.
But here’s the thing: there’s no time. What there is: money in reserve.
Read MoreWhen I was in elementary school, I spent an alarming amount of time in the living room with all of the lights out, head shoved into the corner of the couch (the only comfortable position I could find) listening to the rest of my family having dinner in the room next door. Sometimes I ended up sleeping on the (beautifully cold) bathroom floor after hours of (apologies) throwing up.
Read MoreYesterday (or maybe it was a couple days ago. Truly who knows), after this long writing hiatus that I clearly just went on, I had about 17 things I wanted to write about. Today, as I sit here typing, I have no idea what any of them were.
Read MoreA couple of things have happened in the last few weeks: I started working for a startup (which accounts for the delay in this post, apologies); someone suggested that a nonprofit I was considering launching be run as a for-profit consultancy.
Both of these things have thrown me through a loop. (Though? For? Who’s to say.) Both have pushed me to rethink the last six months of my life and what it is that I find valuable in work. That’s been difficult for a number of reasons, but there’s one that underlays much of it: Nonprofit Stockholm Syndrome.
Read MoreI’ve been reading Winners Take All, the thought-provoking, occasionally maddening book by Anand Giridharadas about how the solutions to income inequality/racism/sexism/all the other -isms, have become dictated by wealthy people who earned their inordinate amount of money by building businesses that are deeply entrenched in all the systems that subvert the people that the wealthy people have now decided to help. I have a lot of thoughts about this book but for now I’m going to focus on one throwaway line about how, instead of fighting to change systems that reduce systemic oppression of people, people argue that people in the nonprofit world should be paid better to retain/attract well educated and/or experienced leaders.
Read MoreWhen I launched this blog, I forgot that for about 20 years of my life I wanted to be a writer.
I was a voracious reader as a kid. Before podcasts existed, I filled my head with books on tape (specifically Agatha Christies). When I was 9 or 10 I dreamed about writing a novel and on some floppy disk in Virginia lives the secret scribbles of a wannabe writer. As with many things, my reading and writing fell away in middle school and then my high school - a public, rural school - was… fine. Not known for academic rigor. It wasn’t a bad school, but it was realistic about what it was and who its students were.
And then I met Linda Hall.
Read MoreI debated for the last 24 hours if I should write about what’s happening to abortion rights or if I should write about literally anything else so I could not think about it for a minute. But here we are (Sunset and Kansas!*). I’m full of feelings. Let’s do it.
One thing first: access to abortion is not just about women. It’s about anyone who can get pregnant and it’s about anyone who can get anyone pregnant.
Read MoreI was at an event yesterday where a group of female entrepreneurs discussed, among other things, how to maintain radical, feminist values and goals (transparency, equality, liberation) in your business within a capitalist society. Because the truth of the matter is, the two things are inherently antithetical. Capitalism is built on patriarchal, white supremacist theory: there are winners and losers, haves and have nots. Some people are more equal than others.
Read MoreIt’s hard to be a person working in social justice in the year 2019. States are trying to ban abortions at 6 weeks. Mass shootings happen with shocking regularity (this is being written three days after the latest school shooting and the fact that you probably have to click to figure out which one I mean should say a lot). Oppressive leaders are being regularly invited to our White House. The Supreme Court is considering the humanity of gay and trans people. Over 3 years after her death, video of Sandra Bland’s arrest just surfaced. Climate change is definitely going to kill us all. We’re headed toward (or maybe already are at) a constitutional crisis and there are so many more things I could add to this list (anti-Semitism! The detention of children! Mass incarceration! Islamophobia! ICE raids!).
It is a dark time.
Read MoreA couple months ago, I got accidentally included on this group of new leaders in food sustainability. I am not in food sustainability, never have been. But once a month a group of women get together to talk about what’s happening in their organizations and think through problems with their peers and I realized - this is all I ever want to do. My proverbial “happy place” (a phrase that makes me literally wince typing but I guess I’ll keep) is talking to other nonprofit leaders about how to make this sector better and to commiserate about Boards and HR and funding all the things worth complaining about.
Read MoreI think a lot about Otherness - both my proximity and distance from it and the way that Otherness shapes my life, my work and my relationships.
As previously mentioned, I grew up on a dairy farm in Virginia. Many people that I met in my post-Virginian life are surprised by that - by the Southernness, the country-ness (rurality?), the actual farm. We were a family of transplants in a county made up of poor to middle class families who had been there for generations. It was well acquainted with racial Otherness (see this essay on the desegregation of the high schools in 1969), but only in the context of Black vs. White. My family was a different kind of Other that no one really knew what to do with.
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