The Unseen Bit Rot
The tech industry, often lauded as a bastion of progress and innovation, ironically grapples with a persistent and insidious form of bias: ageism. While the sector…
Black Women Will Save The World
Before there were borders, before the invention of timepieces and flags, before history was carved into stone or pixelated into screens—there was a woman. An African woman. The mitochondrial mother. Scientists call her Mitochondrial Eve, the common ancestor…
The Unseen Power of Experience in an Ageist Job Market
We live in an age of rapid transformation, where headlines scream about AI’s relentless march and the dizzying pace of digital evolution. In the same breath, society often whispers (or outright declares) that once you hit a certain age, particularly as a woman, your capacity for change dwindles. The notion is that…
Beyond Buzzwords
But what if the very qualities being overlooked – the wisdom, the accumulated knowledge, the battle-tested resilience forged over decades of professional life – are precisely what today’s complex challenges demand?
Beginning: A New Journey
After 20+ years as a Software Engineer and 30 years of working altogether… I’m ready to do something different. This is my journey to figure out what that something is. I’ve decided to start with gardening.
It’s been extraordinarily HOT ?this summer but we’ve gotten some nice crops.
Re-evaluating
I’m still looking for income (a job or freelance) and with me blogging, my idea was to write about that process. Truth be told, it’s all boring to me… which might be one reason I’m struggling to find work.
Biking – Cross Creek Park, DC
I’ve been reminding myself of how much I loved bike riding. That time riding my bike all around our neighborhood in Kansas City and Ft. Bragg. Also, on my birthday, through Rock Creek Park, in the DC area.
Beyond Borders
I didn’t always feel connected to history. In school, the stories felt distant — as if the past belonged to someone else. I rarely saw reflections of myself, my ancestors, or the vibrant cultures that shaped who I am. But something shifted when I began to explore history on my own terms — not just the facts,
When the Sky Dances
Monday night, word spread that the Northern Lights might be visible where I live. I thought that Aurora Borealis could only be seen in the Arctic so this rare invitation — to witness the sky come alive in swirling color — immediately lit a spark in me.
Travel Series: African Safari
This wasn’t just a lion; it was a living emblem of power and grace. I felt an unexpected rush of emotion. I’ve always admired the strength and courage associated with these creatures, often believing I had the “heart of a lion.”