February 7, 2010
Yesterday, I spent 9 hours sitting across the table from 20 amazing women leaders. We all come from different backgrounds, different career tracks, and even have our own set of issues for which we advocate — but what we all have in common was a desire to be at the table. In this case, it was the willingness to take a risk to step up and say that more women like us need to seek leadership roles.
Being in the minority (in terms of representation in leadership), I forget how often I feel like the odd one out. The woman with the opinion. The woman who won’t just go along with the way things are always done. The woman who wants to lead. Being at the table with women who don’t make me feel like an odd ball, who don’t make me want to apologize for who I am is perhaps the most energizing aspect of Emerge Oregon. It’s nice to fit in, even if the goal is to step out!
January 11, 2010
Here’s what I wrote:
I remember the first time I got to drive by myself over the Fremont Bridge. It was a cool, fall sun setting on the sky and I remember seeing the arch coming up into view and two waving flags greeting me to the freedom of the road. To the chill air coming in from the sunroof and the backdrop of our humble skyline, I dreamed anything was possible.
The other memory I have is walking over the Hawthorne Bridge and being mesmerized by the grating that made the road. It was exhilarating to see the river below and foreboding. The sound of the cars going over it, a distant memory of coming of age in Portland — that this is what it meant to be from somewhere.
September 11, 2009
This is a poem I wrote in the early days after September 11th.
Please speak out for peace today.
Resolve for Disintegration
Steel hearts and concrete veins
Shattered, torn from safety
Red, white and blue
The color of blood
That bleeds from a gaping wound
A symbol now a hole.
Beating the same drum
Of death and sorrow
Though tears fall
No one to prevent the flood
Question the truth
A lie now uncovered.
We answer without fear
A nation’s solidarity
Excuses the carnage
Waiting in the wings
Exacting almighty revenge
Horror now displaced.
January 20, 2009
January 5, 2009
I am on the Board of NEW Leadership Oregon, an organization aimed at increasing women’s leadership in public policy and politics. We put on a week long leadership institute for women college students each summer. Our Board members and alumnae are joining together to give back on the Martin Luther King Holiday as part of the National Day of Service called for by President-elect Obama.
On January 19th, we will be assembling care packages for rape victims. When rape victims make police reports, their clothing is often taken from them at the hospital as evidence. The hospital is then in a bind to give the women something to wear home, which often is wax paper clothing which is really scratchy and rough. There used to be a women’s group who put these together, but they stopped doing it earlier this year and it is sorely missed. These care packages are especially important for homeless women who have been assaulted and have few other belongings.
We are looking for the following donations:
* Sweatpants (used and laundered okay)
* Sweatshirts (used and laundered okay)
* Underwear (new only)
* Flip Flops
We are looking for leads on bulk in-kind donations of the following as well:
* Small bars of soap
* Travel size shampoo and conditioner
* Toothbrush and toothpaste
We need all items by Sunday, January 18th. We will be assembling them in the private dining room at Roux at 1720 N Killingsworth. Thank you to Roux for donating the room for our service event!
E-mail Nova Newcomer or d @novanewcomer on twitter for more information on how to help!
November 14, 2008
This CNN iReporter rules. Why can’t the regular media do reports like this? Now, here’s a story with human interest and an easy way to understand the issues at stake. David J White is my new hero!
Whoa! @linuxaid on Twitter posted this video of my talk last night. I was talking fast and didn’t cover everything I was hoping to, but it was fun leading the entire Bagdad Theater in singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame.
November 13, 2008
Just a quick note as I cram for my exciting presentation at Ignite Portland 4. I am speaking about my baseball fandom: 7 One-Night Stands with a Baseball Fan.
It will be full house tonight at the Baghdad Theater, but even if you aren’t a ticket holder, you can try to get in with the General Admission crowd. Starts at 7, but I hear get there at 5.
There are lots of other cool presentations tonight as well! Hooray for Portland!
November 3, 2008
I remember crying tears of joy in 1992 when Governor William Jefferson Clinton was elected President, ending 12 years of Republican rule in the Executive Office. I was just 15 years old then. It felt like the beginning of America for me. I have self-identified as a Democrat since I was very young. Yes, I grew up around Democrats, so you could say I didn’t know any better, but I remember watching the Iran-Contra affairs and watching the President and his friends lie on television about selling arms.
But Bill Clinton was a blip. In 1994, the Republicans engineered a takeover of Congress and though President Clinton presided over prosperous times for the country, concessions were made on welfare, health care and gay rights. In 2000, despite a government with a budget surplus and an economy in reasonable shape, the incumbent Vice President was not elected. I admit I was not a big Al Gore supporter. I supported Bill Bradley in the primaries. I indeed voted for Gore, afraid that the seemingly impossible scenario where George W. Bush would be a serious contender for the White had become possible. We all know how that ended.
A stolen election and a fear-induced re-election 4 years later, our nation is in tatters. Nearly broken economy, record foreclosures, stagnant wages, 2 wars to fight and a Constitution under siege.
There was never a choice in this election for me. I declared myself an Obama supporter in June of ’07. I had the first lawn sign in the neighborhood (stolen during the May primary oddly enough). I declared early. Yes, I didn’t know enough about all of his policies for the nation. But, what I did know was that this man had character. His speech at the 2004 Democratic National Convention was inspiring, but as the saying goes, he had me at his public stance against the Iraq War. Fellow feminists can call me a traitor for not supporting Hillary, but her vote for the war (and many Senators with her) was uninformed, dangerous and cynical. And it lost her my vote.
Barack Obama is the candidate for my generation. He has not just conducted a campaign, he has led a movement. This man has brought me to tears with his inspiring rhetoric on numerous occasions. Those who say inspiration doesn’t matter just doesn’t get what we have been through the last 8 years.
I know that a President Obama will have many challenges and he won’t pass every one, but his strong intellect, his bearings in Constitutional law, his calm temperament and his ability to inspire is what we need in a leader. The past 8 years lay this bare.
My first political opus was a report on Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in the 4th grade. That wide-eyed 10 year-old civil rights essayist is smiling at the dream being so close. She would be proud to cast her vote for Obama on November 4th.
October 8, 2008
Since I can’t have a World Series for my Cubbies on the 100th anniversary of their last one in 1908, I have decided I still deserve a winner out of Chicago this year:
Take Me Out to the Poll Booth
Vote this year for Obama
He’s the one for the job!
Talk to your neighbors
And tell them why
Barack Obama’s a hell of a guy!
For it’s Obama-Biden in ’08
Please vote for them in your state!
For it’s Jobs, Energy, Health Care and more
At stake on November 4!