My object in living is to unite/My avocation and my vocation/As my two eyes make one in sight. -- Robert Frost

What if the mightiest word is love? -- Elizabeth Alexander

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Career development professional strongly committed to supporting master's and PhD-level emerging leaders in a wide range of environment and business/environment related fields. Twelve years of progressively responsible experience in higher education, focused on career development and student services at Ivy League university.

Creative, big-picture thinker with proven follow-through and unique ability to engage and lead employers, colleagues, students and alumni to strategically improve student resources.

Empathic adviser dedicated to student success with breadth of knowledge of green, sustainability and environment-related careers.

Community leader as secretary of the board of the New Haven YMCA Youth Center--a unique youth-only Y that provides recreational and personal development programs to at-risk youth in New Haven.

Friday, August 8, 2008

The Work of Parenting

In the quest for uniting vocation and avocation, as "my two eyes make one in sight," I realize, as in the below beach meditation poem, something else about my two eyes: they each have an apple in them. One named Maureen. One named Drew. They are there in my most quiet moments, together making one of sight, as I mark days by the miracle of their presence in my life. It is work to parent them, true. And it is the ultimate privilege. Avocation. Vocation.


Morning on the Beach

Five a.m. local scene at the horizon.
Flat meets flat. A wave. Sandpipers
Scurry as time does.

Ownership is what I crave—of air,
A scene or two, the scuttling crab,
Those who rise and tidy, make the world

New. What also rises in me,
A chuckle, panoramas
Unobstructed. Only fisherfolk, this:

That I punctuate. That the boy teaches
A mother this: ?! Interrobang. Heat, light,
The bobbing things

Of my life and the apples,
One for each eye. A boy.
A girl. Acts of balance

And feeding. May as well say hello
To my little soul, active
In the colors behind closed eyes.

How they paisley and ring
Infrared, as if the sun weren’t enough
For toes painted a green color

Not normally found in nature,
As if sand didn’t hold a foot
Like no other kind of ground.

We are part of it afterall
And here, simply,
Is the proof:

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