Yesterday was a good day. Today is also a good day but for very different reasons.
I first met Ripley at the Fort Lauderdale Humane Society in 2007. I had my heart set on getting a beagle, but instead, a thirteen-week old German Shorthaired Pointer puppy caught my eye. I rescued her and took her home a few hours later.
For the fourteen and a half years since we met, Ripley was the one who rescued me.
This morning, in our back yard, on a blanket under the sun, and with my husband and me next to her, Ripley drew her last breath and left this world.
It’s a good day today because I know that Ripley is no longer uncomfortable and is at rest. She lived a full, happy life and knew she was loved right up to her last sleep, and I know she loved me. She is, at least I hope, among new friends she’s meeting for the first time and running in fields of gold. She’ll be greatly missed.
I’ve done a lot of crying these past few days, but I’ve been slowly and steadily grieving over this day for over a year. I’m not sure when I’ll stop grieving or if I even want to. Ripley made my world whole, and now there’s a Ripley-sized hole in my world.
I have a lot more thoughts and pictures of Ripley’s life to share soon, but for now, I hope you’ll get some joy out of seeing my forever “little girl” as we saw her last night.
Thanks to our friend, Leah MacDaniel at Flit Photography, for capturing some beautiful memories of my Ripley during her last evening in our loving care and for my sister, Elissa, for coming to say goodbye and help us give Ripley her favorite human treats—pizza crusts. Special thanks to my husband, Britt, for taking care of me and Ripley when I wasn’t my best self over this past year; I don’t know what I would do without you by my side.
If you have pets, please give them an extra hug today.
Before you see the photos from Ripley’s going away party yesterday, I’ll leave you for now with a quote from the bedtime story that we all listened to as we fell asleep last night:
Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn’t mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn’t matter.
Disclaimer: One of my inside jokes is that I am absolutely terrible at self-promotion. Even worse, self-promotion is particularly important in my industry. Still, I hate it. I’ve always preferred a “behind the scenes” role that helps those around me shine. So, here goes nothing!
When I started my term on the Board of Directors for Girls For A Change (GFAC) months ago, we were looking ahead to an ambitious 2020 and beyond.
After supporting the talented Ayana Zaire Cotton with her “Intro to Coding for Community” course for this year’s Girl Ambassador Program participants (high school students) in person for almost two months, we were faced with social distancing guidelines and closures across Virginia. With limited options, we suspended the program while quickly working to adapt the in-person course to 100% virtual courses for the foreseeable future.
Since I was a kid, learning and using new technology has been both a benefit and a curse of sorts. My father, who encouraged and tinkered along with me, got me started with building computers for ourselves and others. On the other hand, word of mouth that I was “good with computers” meant regular calls and visits for tech support for broken or misbehaving technology by friends and family from my teenage years onward.
However, this opportunity proved to be a way for me to contribute far beyond what I imagined only months ago that I’d be doing this spring.
At past jobs, I often filled in as an unofficial IT person—or ERT, an “Emergency Response Technician” as I called myself. My colleagues there would remember me setting up 3, 5, 8, 15 laptops at a time from scratch before bringing on new staff during times of rapid expansion. Well, it was time to do it again.
While Ayana adapted her coursework, and [GFAC CEO] Angela and GFAC coordinator Na’Kera Richardson worked with informing and preparing the parents and participants, I focused on the hardware our students would need to be set up for success.
As our donated MacBooks all had different operating system versions, software settings, and permissions issues, I knew we needed a fresh start. We needed to make this transition as frictionless as possible, and computers that continually prompted for administrator credentials would only complicate matters once they left our hands.
I picked up 13 of the laptops GFAC had in its inventory and brought them home. After saving the work our participants had done on-site over March, I erased each computer. I set them up with the latest operating system, software, and settings we needed for the girls to complete this year’s Girl Ambassador Program coursework. I even created a web page with helpful setup instructions, links, and tips; it’s set as the browser’s default homepage for easy access, too.
I was also mindful of our student’s digital privacy and security, especially outside our more-controlled GFAC network and supervision. I set each laptop’s privacy settings as I’d set for myself—only enabling what’s necessary and locking down the rest. I researched and integrated a management tool typically used by large companies that track, audit, and manage extensive inventories of devices. If needed, this tool would allow us to monitor, manage, lock, and remotely control each device we lend out.
With Angela’s help, and with gloves and masked donned, we thoroughly cleaned each laptop and charger. We packaged them with new protective sleeves and paired them with tote bags Microsoft had given us.
During the two pickup days, I spoke to each parent and gave them a quick rundown of what we did and offered pointers on how to keep their girls safe online. (Pro tip: always keep a laptop closed when it’s not in use; its camera and microphone are generally disabled or unusable when closed.)
After 70-ish volunteered hours behind me over a few weeks, we resumed our Intro to Coding for Community course over a video session, including remote assistance and screen sharing. Better yet, we’re only just getting started, and I can’t wait to see where these students go from here.
In times of crisis, we remind ourselves of Fred “Mister” Rogers’ helpful childhood story when he’d see frightening events unfold in the news.
In this new future of new normals, uncertainty, and adaptation, we’re presented with unprecedented challenges. In life, we can let fear, sadness, loss, frustration, and anger get the best of us and sap our energy and determination, or we can use it as fuel to help those around us.
Whether we’re helping the community make face masks, supporting our healthcare and service industries, lifting our educators and families who suddenly became homeschoolers, or building raised garden beds for renewable sources of produce—just to name a few—we can help those around us weather this shifting storm.
I chose to be a helper. I’ll never stop wanting to be one.
Learn how your respective governments actually work and the process of how legislation is drafted, discussed, passed/rejected, and enacted.
Learn how to actually read an article and understand it before sharing and proving to others that you didn’t actually read the thing you shared.
Learn a new language and make new friends that you previously couldn’t talk to before or relied on them to know your language.
Learn that there is always more than one side to a story, and then seek out that other side of the story.
Learn that it takes time, patience, and trial/error to start to understand a concept or theory. (The more you learn about it, the more likely you’ll agree how complicated it actually is.)
Learn that saying, “I can’t imagine why ____” or “I don’t understand how ____,” can mean you aren’t trying or interested in seeing things from a different perspective.
Learn that posting screenshots of important text without any captions or alternate text literally doesn’t help sight-impaired folk or translation services. (Really, just post a link to the actual source that has the text, or do us a solid and copy/paste the text in a comment.)
Learn that you don’t need to take every opportunity you can find to comment and argue with someone just because they believe in something else.
Learn that you can make a difference for yourself, your family, your friends, and the community around you.
There is a whole world of information, specifically from credible sources, available at your fingertips, folks. Tens of thousands of free online courses from universities and training centers can be accessed anywhere you have an internet connection. Take advantage of it.
And wash your hands and practice social distancing and remember to sanitize your electronic devices.
Author’s Note: This article was originally posted on January 25th, 2019. Like most people making New Year’s Resolutions, trying to create a new habit—or revive an old habit like writing—is almost always easier said than done. Little did I know at the time that it would be the only (personal) blog post I’d write for 2019.
It seems like a New Year’s resolution that most people with online careers make more than once: “I’ll start blogging more,” or “I’ll try to tackle my work/life balance,” or “I should start going to the gym regularly.”
I’ve made all three of those resolutions more times than I can count. (I’m pretty sure you’ve made at least one of those resolutions, too.)
the past 20 years or so, my personal blog had gone through many
iterations and venues: LiveJournal (back when SixApart owned it),
Movable Type, WordPress, Tumblr, and now, Medium.
I’m back. I’m back to talk about my company in a field I love, my
adventures in trying to maintain my physical and mental health, my
friends and family, the community I’m hoping to serve, and occasionally,
my faith and politics.