Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
I have a blog post of my own to write, but let's get something straight: I knit so I don't kill people.
I have two Ivy League degrees, and I cover US diplomacy and military strategy for a certain (sometimes controversial) international television network. That means I get paid for putting tough questions to US policymakers and for writing and presenting policy stories to an international audience. I've traveled around the world. I like my scotch smooth and neat -- my men a little less polished.
Damn right I knit. I need the cleansing palette between thinking about military budget talks and diplomatic maneuvering and political shenanigans. Knitting reminds me that I can create in real life, and not just in my rather excellent brain.
I sew too. I think about the women in Southeast Asia and Haiti and China who make almost nothing to produce the suits I wear on the air -- and I try to right the moral balance by making some of my own clothes. I also give money to organizations that help women create their own businesses across the developing world. That's what this "soft" woman with a tough job does with her time and her money.
As for "have women become soft?" My great-grandmother couldn't go to high school; her father told her all she'd only marry and bear children, making the hard-earned tuition a waste of money. She made sure that her one child -- HER DAUGHTER -- my grandmother -- earned two college degrees. Her daughter -- my mother -- earned a college degree. As an African-American woman with this kind of family history, it is ridiculous for me to think that I've become soft. If anything, I've earned the right to do something once afforded only to middle-class and upper-class white women in this country: to control my mind, my bank account, and my time, without interference from anyone else.
By the way -- you need more than Boston Phoenix bylines if you want to be taken seriously as a journalist. It's a fine paper, but really, why aren't you on the NYTimes or WaPo opinion page? That's where the power is in this country. Just a bit of career advice.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
Dad died. October 19.
Became staff at AJE. November 27.
Finally started the novel. November 1.
Digging out. All year.
Surgery. September 7.
Sushi in a Yokohoma mall. November 14.
Improved knitting and gardening skills. Not so much on the photography or videography.
Signs the midlife crisis is imminent: Thinking about taking up electric guitar. Hanging out in the toy section of Target with nary a thought of my nieces or nephew. Wondering if my anti-Botox position is too much protesting.
A renewed acquaintance with the written page, cold lemonade, sunblock and a maillot on the back porch.
Realizing it's time to shed my skin, just when I'm feeling most vulnerable.
See ya, 2010,