I’m a woman.

Let’s start with that.  I’m on a journey to figure out who I am and my place in the world, aside from the typical labels and conventions that define so many like myself.  I love the way Rachel Held Evans(2) explains God’s name for the first woman: God called the first woman ezer, a name he embraces for himself throughout the Old Testament. Ezer Kenegdo actually means man’s perfect match.  It is help that opposes, two parts of equal weight leaning against one another. In the Old Testament, the word ezer appears twenty-one times in three different contexts: the creation of woman, when Israel applied for military aid, and in reference to God as Israel’s helper for military purposes (16)….by naming his daughters after this aspect of his character, God did not name woman as secondary helpmate assistants. Women, as Rachel explains, were created and called out as warriors.  #lovethat

I love God.

I am completely, head-over-heals in love with Jesus.  That said, I often sympathize with Mahatma Gandhi, who was quoted as saying, “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”  Amen to that.  My church has a phrase, Love God, Love People and Serve the World.  That pretty much sums it up for me.  Lord knows, I’m FAR from perfect.  But, I think too many Christians have gone around beating people up (figuratively) with the Bible, rather than opening it up and trying practice the teachings of love, grace, justice, forgiveness, humility, peace-making, etc.  So, to know me is to know that my faith is my #1 love.  However, don’t expect this to be your typical ‘Christian’ blog.  #christianleft

I love my family.


I’m married to the coolest Singaporean on the planet.  He’s my rock and BFF.  I’ve got three kids who are AMAZING (except, when they’re not).  One is just starting middle school (hello, adolescence!), one is just starting kindergarten (goodbye, baby years!) and the one in the middle is entering 3rd grade.  They keep me busy!

I love the world.

I’ve been blessed to live and travel across Europe and Asia.  My husband was born and grew up in Singapore.  Now, we live in the San Francisco Bay Area, which we love – it’s a good blend of our East/West family.

I love books.

When I can’t physically escape, the next best thing is to get lost in a book.  History has always been my ‘go to’ genre, though lately, I’ve been gravitating towards books on racism, feminism and poverty.

I love coffee and wine.

As I explain it to my kids, ‘mommy needs coffee to wake up in the morning and wine to unwind at night’.  I have no qualms owning my own chemical dependency.  However, in so doing I must also confess my own snobbery.  No Folgers for me, thank you very much.  Give me a cappuccino with whole milk – none of this skim milk business.  Do it right.  And, at night, I love sitting with my husband and reviewing our day with a Howell Mountain Cab in hand.  I guess that makes me a wine snob too.  I have my husband to blame for that.  When he gave up golf (that’s what happens when your family keeps growing), he took up wine tasting…..and, I get to be the beneficiary of his efforts to learn about and enjoy one of the industries native to our part of the country.

Coffee and Wine…..

My first experience with real friendship in my adult years came when I was living in Taiwan.  I was an expat and I discovered a group of other expat women from across the globe.  We met weekly, and we called our gatherings, Coffee Mornings.  The friendships I made have lasted long since we left Taiwan.  These days, I still love to meet friends at the Coupa Cafe at the Stanford Golf Course or Mademoiselle Colette in downtown Menlo Park.  We talk about our kids.  We talk about the world.  We talk about life.  A lot can happen over a cup of coffee.

In addition to the conversations with my husband over a glass of wine, I’ve been been grateful for the women who gather for what we’ve often called, ‘intellectually sweaty’ conversations.  We read books.  We try to learn and grow.  We drink wine.  We hope that at the end of it all, we move the needle forward.  In something.  In anything.

We live in Silicon Valley, in the shadows of Stanford University, Google and Facebook.  Living in this area, you need coffee to keep up.  To be fair, there’s a lot of cool stuff that is born out of the start-ups and labs scattered from San Francisco to San Jose.  But, there’s a certain discontent that comes from always searching for the next great technology or idea.  Sometimes, it seems that life moves too fast…that we’re everywhere but the place we physically occupy.  That’s not okay.  I want to be present.  I want to stop, pour a glass of wine, and watch the sun set.  I want to savor life.

There is a very real tension between activism and surrender.  I want to be part of the solution.  I want to make a difference.  I also want soul-level peace.  I want to be still.

Coffee and Wine.

Wake up, smell the coffee, get moving, change the world.  Slow down, smell the aroma, take a slow sip, savor and relax.

This is me.  This is my journey.  And, looks like that journey includes a blog.