Category: Gratitude

  • Graduating, again.

    Graduating, again.

    Over the past six months, life has moved at such an extraordinary pace with what has seemed to be a barrage of new obstacles and challenges to address and overcome every day, that I’ve ignored the importance of reflection as a mechanism for learning from the experiences as well as a method of appreciation for the journey to (and celebration of) what has been accomplished. Today’s email from New York University, and the fact that I am on PTO in Nepal, gave me exactly the pause I needed to reflect on this milestone.

    In May, I will celebrate my graduation from NYU Law + NYU Wagner MS in Health Law and Strategy, my third graduate program. Yes, this time I cheated on my beloved University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

    Since the first day of class, I’ve been able to apply the academic concepts and real-world tools directly to my work at the Amputee Coalition, from gaining a much deeper understanding of insurance market dynamics to expanding my skills to develop strategic frameworks for healthcare interventions, and, perhaps reluctantly, honing my ability to account for the very real impacts of Moral Hazard in the context of healthcare access.

    That said, the most valuable aspect of the program was its teachers, which include both the incredibly accomplished faculty and the impressively talented and diverse cohort of students who have become my colleagues and friends. 

    As a lifelong learner, I suspect there will be another program in my future at some point. For me education has never been about the degree or the letters behind my name, or even the job offers on the other side of such an endeavor. I love the process, the way it feels when my capacity to think is expanded, when my assumptions are challenged, when I can simultaneously dive more deeply to develop expertise in a particular subject while also broadening my understanding of that subject’s complexities and the interconnectedness of it to other aspects of our world and my existence in it. And sure, I’m always up for a challenge.

  • My Dedum

    Over the past week, I’ve been reminded of the beauty and depth of my family. I have not always been the best niece, or cousin. I’ve wandered a bit, and haven’t stayed in touch the way I should. I haven’t always been around for birthdays or even births. But one thing remains the same, I feel loved in the arms of any member of my family. Though this is a sad time, my heart is big with love right now.

    My Aunt Lyndell (my Dedum), was an extraordinary woman with a love-laced superpower. I never knew a child that wouldn’t go to her or a crying baby she couldn’t soothe. She spoiled me all my life. She helped raise me, and she didn’t hesitate to remind me of that fact. She wasn’t feeling well on my wedding day, but just before I walked down the aisle, which was in her backyard in Emerald Isle, Uncle Phillip and I facetimed her together. She answered and said, “What in the world?!” We laughed and I told her I loved her and showed her my dress. Uncle Phillip and I shared a moment together, and then I was ready to go. It wasn’t planned, but she answered. She always answered.

    There’s a lot about her and my Aunt Starlette, Aunt Nancy, Momma and all the amazing women in that generation of my family, that I want to emulate. These women, who work tirelessly and give so much, are a strong lot. Just today Aunt Nancy’s in the kitchen putting the food out, making sure everyone is fed, and then afterwards, she’s in there doing the dishes. Starlette’s running around taking care of ALL the children and picking up after everyone. This is their normal mode. These women do everything so others don’t have to.

    I could stand to be a little more like them; a little more like my Dedum.