Archive for the ‘Big events’ Category

Taking a Leap

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

So, I quit my job.

After three years in my current role, I recently decided that the time had come (and possibly gone) to leave. I was feeling like things weren’t going in a direction that worked for me. The people at my soon-to-be former company are great. I would work with many of them again in a minute. But as an enterprise I just do not feel that things were working out.

So where does that leave me employment-wise?

I am going to try giving freelancing a try for a while. This is a risky thing to do; I have a family to support and there’s no guarantee that I’ll be able to drum up enough work. And with both Karen and I working from home full time, we’re going to loose the corporate health insurance safety net.

But I think the risk is worth it and that I have a lot to gain from trying to go it alone for a while. The opportunities and possibilities I see before me are exciting and energizing. And I think that taking a risk is the only way to get where I want to be in life.

Will this work? I don’t know. But I am ready to take the leap.

Condolences

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

A dear friend of ours lost his father to cancer the other day. I did not now the father well but I liked what I knew of him. The form of his cancer was, sadly, undoubtedly fatal, claiming its victims within a year in most cases. On the one hand, this is a shockingly short and harsh window of survival. On the other hand, it to gives everyone a chance to say farewell, to close the books in proper fashion.

I haven’t had many close family members die. And I’m at that stage in my life when most of my contemporaries are still alive and kicking. I really can’t imagine how my friend and his family are feeling as they cope with this loss and my heart goes out to them.

Last year, a former colleague passed after struggling a with a deadly cancer for almost three years. My own grandmother died after more than a year; the week I spent with her and my grandfather, spelling my mother and uncles in helping to care for her, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

I’m not good with death. The notion of dying scares me to near paralysis. And I’m never sure what to say when confronted with the imminent death of another. My paternal grandfather was a surgeon and oncologist and he stared into the truth of death every day. I do not know how he did that and I cannot imagine the reserves of strength he must have possessed to do that job.

To my friend and his family, I extend my condolences and best wishes. I know that this a sad time for them and I hope that they know that we are here for them. And I hope that they remember this: life goes on.

This is history.

Thursday, August 28th, 2008

My great-grandfather was born a slave. His son, my grandfather, went on to become a respected surgeon. His son, my father, has reached great heights of success as a journalist of international reknown. One constant in all of their lives has been a slow and painful progression, from a world where people of color were considered property in this country to a world where a black man is within hair’s-breadth of becoming the next President of the United States.

All of these men, my paternal forebears, experienced racism and prejudice on a scale I can barely conceive. Although I was born less than nine years after Dr. King made his iconic speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, but the time I came into the world things had already changed so much. And now we can stand and applaud Barack Obama as he accepts the nomination of the Democratic Party.

Simply awesome.

I can say that I would have been just as happy to see Hillary Clinton upon that stage. Her nomination would have been equally historic and possibly more meaningful, given the long-standing state of inequality experienced by women. I doubt that Hillary would have been as eloquent, as impassioned, as moving in her speech, but the significance of her success would have been just as great.

This is a stunning time to live in. It’s hard for me to express the joy I felt in watching Mr. Obama on that stage. The Amercia, and indeed the world, has entered dire straits indeed. The world we live in now is fraught with dangers of a scale unknown in human history. We face economic, military, environmental and social challenges that are literally unimaginable to those who came before us. And yet, watching this man, I can believe that we will prevail. And even prosper again.

Some of the hope surrounding Barack Obama is his aura, his charisma. He speaks as few orators have ever done. He stirs the emotions and brings us to our feet. But more that just his tone and tenor shines through. His message is equally powerful.

Barack Obama will be remembered, I hope, as the President who returned America to an age of responsibility. His message is one of maturity and adulthood. Of taking responsibility for ourselves and each other, because that is the right thing to do. Of finding a better path where strength and safety come from within and from without. Of working together to make this the best of all possible worlds.

That is the kind of world that I believe my father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather wanted for me. I am honored to bear witness to this time.

Two Years

Monday, August 25th, 2008

Today is birthday two for the kiddo.

It’s hard for me to process how much has happened in the last two years. We went from having a helpless baby to having a charming, intelligent, loud little person. And I am not entirely sure how it happened.

The weird sense of “parent time” has not faded. Two years is simultaneously a long time and no time at all. In some sense, watching the kiddo grow has been like watching a time-lapse recording. Everything moves really quickly, blurring by faster than the eye can follow. And yet you can feel that it’s really at lot of time compressed, sped up for dramatic effect.

I don’t know what the next year holds for our little family but it is certain to be interesting.

P.S.

The kiddo got some nice gifts from friends and family (thanks, y’all!). And we also added three l’il turquoise guppies to the family roster. Unfortunately, “jer” (the kiddo named them: the other two as “jer-do” and “jer-dick”) didn’t last 24 hours. I have my suspicions about how it might have happened (I’m looking at you, jer-dick), but I can’t prove anything. Guppies are crafty like that.

It’s potty time!

Sunday, March 30th, 2008

Miss Z has shown some interest in the potty for a while now, but as of today’s a member of the Potty User’s Club. 20 minutes of sitting and the result was nothing much, just a little squirt, but this a momentous event nonetheless. Z just hit the 19 month mark last week, so I’m hoping we can have her feeling good about using the potty regularly by her second birthday.

Here’s hoping! :)

BTW: this is my first on the brand-spanking new WordPress 2.5 and I have to say, it’s sweet!