My grandma is 87. This summer, we're driving her Miata cross-country.
I play bass in a reggae band. Come see us play. We know how to groove.
My twins graduate from elementary school in a few months. I'm so proud I could cry.
My friend's one man play is tonight in the Mission. No one could come with me, so I'm going by myself.
My dad would have turned 71 in March. He died of AIDS twenty years ago. He's why I do what I do.
I meditate every morning. It helps me stay present and equanimous.
One of my best friends just became a father. I can't wait to meet his baby girl.
I've had plantar fasciitis for five months. It's finally starting to feel better. I'm going to try to play soccer next week.
Recently, I was one of four facilitators at an HR event on inclusive leadership. We split into four groups of ten, had a discussion, and came back to the big room.
When asked to report out on what executives and senior leaders should do to be more inclusive, each group said the exact same thing.
They said leaders need to be more human. More vulnerable. More authentic. More personable. More accessible.
They don't trust them because they don't know them. They can't connect. They're not inspired. Or motivated.
I'm trying to change that. Are you with me?