YWCA Minneapolis

YWCA Minneapolis.

I started working here one year ago August 31st. I knew when I took the job  it was on the mark for who I am and what I care about. But I’ve been surprised at just how great an organization it is and the true impact it’s making on our community. Particularly for women’s health, racial justice, and the empowerment of women, kids and families.

Personally, it has been so good for my physical and mental health. YWCA is a fitness center. A health club with tons of offerings in classes, equipment, training opportunities… plus these triathlons, specialized athletic events. As an employee I think about my long-term happiness, and then the simple benefit of access to classes and a fitness sensibility. At 35, I feel I couldn’t be luckier to have landed in an org where health and wellness is the culture! Wouldn’t we all want our work places to encourage, fully support and actually even require us to take good care of ourselves as a part of our work?

It’s also having a big impact on my own awareness of my identity, and the way that shapes my reality. My first day I went through an awesome training as part of new hire orientation about the era and cultures we grew up in and how that impacts the lens through which we see the world. Our racial justice department leads these trainings internally for staff, but primarily externally for organizations throughout the community. They are so eye-opening and precisely illuminate privilege dynamics. I wish everyone had the chance to attend one of them and to educate themselves on this subject.

One could write novels on our ECE centers and extensive after school programming for Girls & Youth. Like swim lessons for kids of color, climbing walls and collaborations with MacPhail, girls getting the chance to explore STEM subjects and learn how to make financial investments.  All of these areas are so important to the future of our citizenry, communities and world.

But, what I’ve been working on lately is the Women’s Tri! It’s tomorrow morning at Lake Nokomis. (In fact, event support starts arriving at 3:30 am!) It’s the largest women’s triathlon in the region. This year, we’ve got triathletes ages 11 – late 70s, I think? It’s also the triathlon with the most women over 50. It’s mission is to celebrate the strength in all women.

To get ready for it, today we spent the day at Nokomis setting up a zillion tents and hauling all sorts of supplies and equipment. We’ve got these amazing volunteers who make it all possible, and who, for their own unique reasons, want to be involved and part of the event’s community. This includes many fabulous women and men who often get connected through the Twin Cities’ cycling, running or swimming worlds. Our volunteer leads also deserve special mention. They commit these huge chunks of their time (and summer!) to executing the event, which draws 1,200 triathletes and approximately 5,000 spectators. Why do they do it? Because they care. Because it enriches their lives.

My role in volunteer coordination fuels me. It is simple exchange of support, hard work, and the desire to make an impact. But at it’s heart it is community building. (And the chance to wear a YW orange tee!) I so enjoy meeting all the people who get involved, and the simple camaraderie and chance that’s drawn us together. In the case of the tri, it’s an event that brings enjoyment and a profound sense of accomplishment to hundreds of people. It’s one of those real, tangible community experiences that makes Minneapolis what it is. (And hopefully, makes life good here for as many people as possible.)

My main job at YWCA is fundraising, and it’s truly got to be one of the best jobs in the world. For the Women’s Tri, I’ve gotten to work with a special group of fundraisers; twenty-six triathletes signed up to do peer-to-peer fundraising for us throughout their training and tri journeys. It has been so incredibly rewarding to get to know their individual stories and motivations for competing. We’ve got first timers to veteran athletes. We’ve got a sister-sister duo who has set a goal of raising $2,500 together. We’ve got a mother-daughter team who also has a third generation family member in our ECE program. We’ve got a grandmother competing with her granddaughter. We’ve got this and so many more. They’ll all be at the finish line tomorrow for a team photo and in matching jerseys made especially for them. They’ve raise over $22,000 so far for YWCA Minneapolis programs. The best part of the job is getting to see all the comments and words of encouragement from their friends and family as they make donations in their support. To quote them, team, “You’ve got this!!”

A budding goal of the tri  is to attract more women of color to the race to compete. I’m really excited about this and look forward to seeing this grow. With the help of our racial justice department, we could examine in depth why it is historically a white sport and get creative on how to intentionally attract and be inclusive of women of color. This would further the event’s mission to celebrate the strength of ALL women.

I’m wiped right now, sitting at my computer, after today and all the work going into the event! But I’m plain excited for tomorrow – to watch these athletes stride towards their goals. I’ve even been bitten by the bug now myself thanks to the YW. I did my first triathlon this spring which led to my first 10K trail run this summer. I can say first hand that it is so worthwhile to set a fitness goal like that. It keeps you exercising in your life, which in turn has so many benefits. It’s also just so empowering to feel your own strength, determination and GRIT get you across that finish line. You finish to huge smiles, lots of water, and the welcoming hugs and congrats of those cheering for you.

(Another bonus about tomorrow?  Lake Nokomis. Blue waters, green grass, hot sunshine. And all sorts of Minneapolitans doing their thing: walking dogs, pushing strollers, swimming on the beach. A great place to spend the day.)

Coming up on that work anniversary, I look back at a year that has stretched me, taught me so much, inspired me, exhausted me… and rewarded me. I am in a lucky place in life. My passions and work align. It’s taken a lot of personal and professional exploration. It’s had its ups and downs. But, it’s been a worthwhile adventure. I wish this for everyone, to find that thing that clicks, and the chance to spend your days doing it. I’m glad to be part of this community!



Saturday, July 23, 2016

It’s overcast with a chance of storms and rain this morning when we wake up. Justin brews coffee and I head to the fridge: gasp! We’re out of milk and cream. Eventually we realize we WILL continue to function. We spend the morning in jammies doing chores and drinking coffee, black. Turns out to be one of those tiny moments that reminds you, “Hey, I can shake it up. I can have new experiences.”

I miss the chance to get out for a walk before it rains. I wanted to take Brynn to the library and the park. (She needs some new books and to burn off some energy! It’s been hot all week – like 90s and low 100s. She’s been cooped up at school because of the heat index.) So instead we truck to Target (at the Quarry) for groceries and birthday gifts: one for Ellie who turned three, and the other for Owen, due next week. Brynn says, “We go to the store, mommy?” and is a trooper the whole trip. She quite respectfully puts shampoos, lotions, and toys, in and out of our shopping cart like a serious shopper.

Home, Brynn naps. About an hour later, we open her bedroom door a crack which is our sneak move to subtly  wake her up. It’s time to head to Plymouth to the Holmay’s. It’s Ellie’s birthday party. They rented a huge inflatable water slide for the the kids and set it up in the backyard. It’s drizzling or raining hard most of the party. Then clouds part around 6:00. Grown ups sit in the garage and under a tent over the driveway; kids ride the slide and play in kiddie pools in the rain. A few parents  stand on the sidelines under umbrellas, trying to balance cold beverages and paper plates topped with brats and hot dogs. There are about 15 kids running around at any given time. Stemigs and Liz and Matt are here.

The Holmays have three kids, each of whom is so sweet.  They routinely do these fun, big parties that’ve included a bouncy house, live ponies, and – rumor has it – even a clutch of cuddly bunnies that I guess were jumping in and out of people’s laps and hopping all around. Day care families, soccer teammates, college friends, relatives, neighbors–we’re all invited. That chance for kids in summer to let loose, and for grown-ups to hang out (and drink beer!)

Now it’s evening, we’re home, and I just put Brynn to bed. I’m either going to 1.) read a book from the deck (or bed…) or 2.) watch a movie. I’m reading “The Smartest Kids in the World” by Amanda Ripley. And just finished “The Happiness Equation” by Neil Pasricha. I also just started following Nora McInerny Purmort. These are what I’m thinking about!!

Ok, the funniest thing just happened. Another Brynn first. I stepped away from the computer to double check the title of my book. I passed the kitchen and a little critter caught my eye. (Almost gave me a damn heart attack , really.) It was Brynn, crouched on the floor. She was spying on me. About a week ago we moved her into her big kid bed. It was her first time sneaking out. When I locked eyes with her she started to grin like, “Oh, busted! Is this ok, mom?!”


Brynn, watching for cupcakes
Ellie and slide
Sweet Ellie, birthday girl!
kids and grown ups
Kiddie pool scene
Watering can
Watering can shenanigans


No picture this time. Just an open window beside my desk. Listening to the wind in the trees. It’s been a strange week. Got some of the best news in the world about my sister, but know many folks on hard times.

My sister got engaged which is absolutely amazing. She and Kyle were on a long weekend to South Dakota where they visited the Wall Drug, the Badlands, and Mount Rushmore. Kyle took her up for a helicopter ride above the monument and popped the question. “Love is in the air,” said Meg. They had both been playing the dating game for a number of years. Each had serious relationships with other folks that didn’t work out. But they met each other a year ago. Instantly, they were a match. The match. Rachel is a psych major working for an auto shop; Kyle is an electrician turn realtor specializing in recreational properties up north. The sad part for me personally is they’ll be moving up north for Kyle’s work. But it is so exciting to see Rachel, and them together, embarking on their adventure. Life is full of surprises. They’ve been such a wonderful part of our lives, and Brynn’s.  We’ll just have to visit a lot. I can’t wait to wedding plan with her, and for the family to come together around this. I did not know just how much joy it would bring me personally. It is a wonderful thing!

Juxtaposed against that news, many shitty things are happening in the lives of my friends and family. There’s a brain tumor, a baby with collapsed lungs, a marriage ending, numbing out, dimentia, cheating, physical and emotional pain, and profound disappointment. It sucks. I don’t know exactly what to do or how to feel. Many people facing shit situations. It feels like a new, fragile frontier at 35.

Today, though, is a gorgeous June Sunday. Brynn’s napping. I’m contemplating chores. Trying to make peace with routine life. I’ve got WomenWinning’s fundraiser tomorrow, racial justice facilitator training Wednesday, volunteer lead meeting for the Women’s Tri Thursday, and then headed to Johnson Family Reunion (second annual, “Johnson Family Fun Weekend”) Saturday. Just gathered a hashbrown casserole recipe. Laying out plans to tackle the week.

Justin’s golfing. Dishwasher humming. Plans for ice cream with P.H. later this afternoon. Rachel is coming over tomorrow to celebrate. I want to pick up some wedding magazines and a gift for the bride.