Kids very often say exactly what they think. They have no filter. When they see injustice they don’t think, “well that is awful but I can’t do anything.”
They think, “Wow, that is gross, I want to fix that. I wonder what I can do to fix that.” In 2012, I took my daughter to an exhibit called “Half the Sky” at the Skirball Cultural Center in Los Angeles. She had just turned 10 and we were on her birthday date. I wanted her to see the lives of other women and girls in other pa
When I met Lilly 6 years ago her bravado was so strong that her vulnerability was walled off. Her life was limited by the belief that her cravings could never be satiated. While she dreamed big, she would often surround herself with people who kept her stuck. Lilly took my advice, my love, and my unconditional support to heart. When she posted this on Facebook, it impacted me so deeply that I asked her if I could share it with all of you. May we all be as brave and deeply glo
Last week I posted a blog about the sexual harassment that has occurred at the USC School of Social Work. One of my former professors has been found guilty of sexual harassment involving several colleagues that I respect and admire. His colleagues have spoken out. The MSW students have spoken out. And the PhD students have issued a response. Three groups critical to the success of the USC Suzanne Dworak-Peck School of Social work have spoken begging for action that will prote
Today is the last class that I am teaching at the California State University, San Bernadino School of Social Work. I dedicate this blog to my 28 amazing students who have been personally and professionally affected by the outcome of the 2016 election. They are fierce and they are woke and they are engaging in activism like I have never seen in a group of social workers. This is what I have learned from the CSUSB MSW Class of 2018: I have learned that I don’t know everything
December 2, 2015 I am supposed to be coding my data for my qualifying exam right now but instead I am texting my husband to tell him about another mass shooting. Another shooting that the FBI refuses to call a terror attack. See, if it causes terror I am thinking it should be called a terror attack. I just read about the record number of guns sold on Black Friday. Shootings are routine in America. We just don’t like to talk about it. Since Sandy Hook, 10 states have passed 17
A few years ago I lost several dear friends. Not to death, or illness, or accident. Just…lost them. I did some things, they did some things, we did some things. And then before I knew it we simply weren’t talking anymore. Many of them didn’t even tell me to go screw myself. The whole thing would have been easier if they had. It devastated me. I cried about it for months. I wanted to die in agony wishing for closure. Wishing for anything but how it felt to be alone with
Lately I have been battling with a gift that I was given in my childhood that I would like to call: INSECURITY IT is a gorgeous bombshell of a woman, dressed to the nines wearing the gorgeous 5″ spiked heels I can no longer wear because of a running injury. IT is my good little girl who is about 6 years old with those amazing pigtails and perfectly clean dress who is telling me that if we don’t live up to our professors standards we will fail and then we will be NOTHING…NOTHI
I am drowning…I am drowning in: Shame Guilt Anger Fierce HATE Insecurity Fear I am trying to pray.
I am trying to be more love centered.
I am trying to be kind.
I am trying not to run away. But… All I want to do is: Scream Throw Kick Beat Yell Cry Lash Out Breakdown Sob I am trying to have patience.
I am trying to let go.
I am trying to stop self sabotaging.
I am trying to keep looking at the sky. What is it that I don’
My good girl went on a rampage last night. She was feeling totally out of control and she threw a hissy fit more impressive than a 3 year old hyped up on sugar and soda pop. This morning my wise woman gently whispered in my ear, “Cry if you must but look outside yourself to seek inspiration and support so you can move on.” My badass buddy Leanne said, “Stop crying. You are a badass. Badasses learn and move forward, not wallow in guilt or pity for not being perfect.” These a
Lately I have been seeing myself taking a head first dive off the rim of the Grand Canyon and instead of sprouting wings (like I thought I would) my body is in a free fall, flailing itself from one rock ledge to the next. Bam-Ouch.
Smack-Aargh. Each full throttle smattering on the ledge reminds me of: An unpaid bill (bang)
A shitty should (thump)
The weight I have put on (slap)
That time that day I raised my voice at the kids (whack)
My lack of motivation to
Yesterday the 44th President of the United States gave his inaugural speech while I was driving down I-5 with our 10 and 2 year old. At the sound of President Obama’s voice my 2 year old started clapping and said “Obama is my favorite guy” (for one second Batman took a step back) and my 10 year old took off her headphones and set down her Nook to listen to his words (a miracle). I got my tissue at the ready, just in case I broke into inspired hysterics while driving such pr
Over the last two years I have transitioned from being a professional lobbyist and university professor to a full time stay at home mother to three children. This life change has led me to challenge many of the personal ideas that I had about myself as a woman and has sent me on a life path that I never dreamed possible. As I very clumsily made this dramatic shift, I sought inspiration from a variety of sources and happened to stumble upon Gabrielle Bernstein’s weekly vlogs