Earlier this year, I wrote about the job offer that changed my life. At the time, I thought it was a story about negotiation. I was considering an offer from Amazon when someone who would eventually become my colleague told me to ask for more. I did. The package included equity, and years later, that … Continue reading Foreshadowing
During COVID, I began questioning the world at a clip I’d never experienced before. I’ve talked about that period before, but one particular example stands out. I found myself wondering why Black Americans appeared to be disproportionately impacted by COVID compared to Black Africans. If the explanation was purely genetic, wouldn’t both populations be affected … Continue reading When Thoughts Aren’t Random
I have never understood why I loved Clueless so much. On paper it makes no sense. I wasn’t a wealthy teenager in Beverly Hills. I didn’t have a computerized closet. And yet, of all the movies from the 90s, Clueless is the one that stuck. For years I assumed it was nostalgia. Recently I think … Continue reading That’s It, I’m Changing My Name to Cher
“You are the observer of your own thoughts.” Sounds profound. Also sounds completely useless. Then it clicked — and it clicked because of work, of all places. I noticed about 60% of incoming requests were the same questions, recycled. My team eventually trained AI to handle them automatically because humans kept solving the same problems … Continue reading Not Every Thought is an Emergency
I took my 10-year-old to a hair salon that wasn’t designed for her. All of her friends had been. They’d come back with stories and I’d watched my daughter file that away the way kids do — quietly, without complaint, but you know they’re keeping track. She has beautiful, very curly hair - we take … Continue reading Cloud and the Hair Salon
It was a Friday afternoon and I was reminding my family that they would have to fend for themselves that evening because I was going out to celebrate a friend’s birthday. My daughter asked the question I wasn’t prepared for. “What’d you get her?” I had completely forgotten. I had exactly three hours before the … Continue reading The Wrong Kind of Careful
