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One Million Hoodies

“Have DJ wear his hoodie today,” Scoot whispered as he woke me up to say goodbye this morning.

“Huh?” I replied, still very sleepy.

“It’s the Million Hoodie March today for Trayvon Martin,” he replied.

“Oh, ok. Yeah,” I said.

One more snooze cycle later, I was up and in DJ’s room talking to both boys about getting dressed. “Wear your hoodie today, DJ,” I told him.

“OK. Why?”

And so it began, a weighty conversation to be having with an eight year old at six-something in the morning. I explained to him the story of Trayvon Martin. That he was killed by an adult. That he was Black. That he was wearing a hoodie in a neighborhood where this adult didn’t think he belonged. That it could have been anyone with the wrong colored skin wearing a hoodie that night. I will likely never forget the look on his face when he asked if Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. got involved like after Bloody Sunday and I replied, “No, DJ, this didn’t happen back then. This happened just a few weeks ago.”

Just a couple weeks ago, as we pulled out of the parking lot following DJ’s baseball game onto a street in our somewhat diverse suburb, I did a double-take at the green truck ahead of us. “What the f**k?” I said in disbelief to Scoot as I flipped to the camera on my phone. The entire back of the truck was covered with racist, derogatory bumper stickers exactly like the ones you’ve seen reposted on Facebook. (No, that’s not my picture. Frankly, the one I took was even worse.) This didn’t happen in the Deep South. It happened in liberal California. In 2012.

Just a few years ago, Scoot and I were shopping at a mall. A display just before the entrance to a high-end department store caught my eye and I slowed. Not seeing me, Scoot walked into the men’s section of the department store, far enough ahead that no one could know that we were together. As I walked in behind him, I noticed a salesman tailing him. I watched as he, a twenty-something father stopping by the store to check out shirts and ties for his white collar job, was followed suspiciously.

Just a score ago, Black friends and schoolmates who lived in the same uber-liberal town that I grew up in were followed home from school by White administrators who were suspicious of their residency. They couldn’t fathom that these Black kids’ parents could possibly afford a home in this well-off city. In their mind, those kids must live on the other side of the creek, not in our district.

Sometimes it’s hard to do more than shake my head at these occasionally subtle, often overt expressions of suspicion based solely on the color of someone’s skin and the sense they don’t belong. I’ve been amazed by the conversations I’ve had and heard with and between other White people who won’t or don’t believe that these things take place. Still. Today. It confuses me why they walk around in ignorance or defiance, unable or unwilling to raise their voices, even in the safe confines of conversations with people who look like them, and say, “Yeah, I noticed that. It’s messed up.” And when I raise my voice, I get frustrated when other White parents act like I’m some hypersensitive wing-nut for talking to my children about such things, “forcing them to grow up too fast” rather than “protecting their innocence.”

There are seventeen year old kids out there, my nephews (who are Black) included, who walk around with hoodies on. They deserve to have their innocence protected too.

There is much that can and has been said about this atrocity. There will be much more said, I’m sure. Having my kids wear hoodies today won’t change anything. But talking to them about it, being honest with them about the world they live in, teaching them what’s right, and empowering them to do something, anything to keep this kind of tragedy from happening again? Not just today but everyday? Some day, that just might.

The Three Most Important Rules of Soccer and, Perhaps, Life

When I was a kid, I played soccer at a very competitive level. The girls’ soccer movement was fueled in large part by those of us growing up in and around the best college soccer programs in the country, Stanford included.

Not to sound all egotistical, but I was a leader on my team. Whether it’s because I assumed the role, my coaches pushed it on me or my peers looked to me to step up is irrelevant (though it was probably a little of each).

I had three rules about soccer that I preached to my teammates. They had nothing to do with the strategy or tactics of actual game play, but they were important nonetheless. In fact, I’ve found these rules are applicable to so much of life that I continue to repeat them to myself, my kids and pretty much anyone who will listen.

RULE #1: You have to look good to be good.

Now, I don’t mean this literally but I take this rule quite seriously. The way we present ourselves to the world says a lot about us, both in our own minds and to those we encounter.

On my soccer teams, I was constantly lobbying for the coolest-looking uniforms and warm-ups. Before my team got with the program, I distinctly remember showing up at games and watching the other teams donned in identical warm-up suits that made a symphony of swooshing sounds as 36 legs warmed up in unison for the game. I watched the faces of my teammates as they’d get intimidated by these teams for what reason? Because they were matching?!?! Why did that matter? Well it’s not as silly as it sounds.

Soccer is a team sport. The synchronization of an identically-dressed team says something, perhaps, about their team play, their passing abilities, their chemistry. I quickly became a stickler for how we looked. Jerseys were to be tucked in. Socks folded. Warm-ups on. No random college sweatshirts that messed up our uniformed look. We were a unit. We needed to look like one.

For myself, I always made sure my uniform was clean and ready to go. I’d never wear dirty socks, even if that meant staying up late the night before a game to do laundry or buying a couple extra pairs. I also insisted that my team find a laundromat to wash our uniforms when we had overnight tournaments.

This works. You know it does. When you go to an important meeting, a job interview or a night on the town, I bet you try to wear your favorite power suit or most flattering outfit. When we look good, we are confident. When we are confident, we perform better. Of course that doesn’t mean you’ll win every game or land every job but seriously, how often do you see someone who is dumpy and/or insecure excelling? Yeah, I thought so.

RULE #2: Do not tell me how hard you tried. Show me your socks.

Soccer players are required to wear long socks over their shin guards. Nothing would drive me crazier than playing on a muddy field and seeing a teammate leave the game with clean socks. Really? Seriously? I’m covered from head to toe in mud and your white socks are clean?!?! Get off of my field!

We all go through phases where we’re challenged. I’ve gone through periods when I have had to be up at 5 am for conference calls or work until midnight or later and so have most of the people I’ve worked with over the course of my career. But do not tell me you’re overwhelmed with work when you leave at 5 pm and don’t turn on your Blackberry or laptop until you’re back the next day at 9:30 am. If you’re going through a challenging time, do not even consider complaining to me until you show me your socks.

My dad told me during my first year of “real” work that I should never ask for a promotion until/unless I’ve done the work of the higher position for at least six months. I have to dirty my socks.

RULE #3: If you miss a penalty kick, you didn’t deserve to take it.

Penalty kicks are not particularly common in soccer but they can make all the difference in a game. When, in the event of a tie, a game goes into PKs (5 kicks per team, whoever makes the most wins), one miss can be the difference between winning and losing. It’s one of the few plays where the score and the outcome can be changed by just one player.

A PK favors the kicker. Statistically speaking it should be a gimme. The best goal keepers in the world fail to block PKs all the time. If a kicker doesn’t make it, it’s because the kicker messed up. It’s not because the goalkeeper was just too good.

We all mess up. Sometimes, especially on a team, we deserve to share the blame with or deflect it onto others. But sometimes our mistakes are our own. Sometimes we have no one to blame but ourselves. We would be wise to learn how to tell the difference. When we act like the victims and yet we were the kicker, we lie to ourselves, we lie to our teammates, we weaken ourselves and our team. Sometimes we just need to admit when we didn’t deserve to take the kick.

Can We Have Take Your Classmate to Work Day?

I’ve heard a lot of people complaining about Facebook, questioning why in the world they’d want to be in touch with their entire high school class and I understand why some folks would say that. But I see it differently.

Facebook has allowed me to not only reminesce with the people I grew up with but to see what interesting people they’ve become as adults. I have to say, I’m pretty proud to have known so many awesome people. Many of them are doing really cool things. Below, I highlight three women I grew up with who have started their own businesses following their passions.

Live in San Francisco and own a dog? Then you should get to know Fetch in the City. FITC is run by my best friend from junior high, Jessey. She offers play groups for dogs as well as customized pet sitting. Her playgroups, which have a maximum of eight dogs each, get their fitcexercise off-leash at Fort Funston. Anyone who knows Jessey knows she has a passion for animals. She nearly got me killed riding a horse once (ok, not killed…we were in a ring and the horse was barely trotting but it scared the snot out of me anyway), but I still love her.

sweet-buds-floralJessey and I both were soccer players throughout high school and a teammate of ours, Naomi, is also running her own business in San Francisco. Sweet Buds Floral designs beautiful bouquets of flowers and delivers anywhere in San Francisco for $13. They also deliver for weddings and events throughout the Bay Area and into wine country. Definitely not your run-of-the-mill carnations, these designs are breathtaking. Order your Mother’s Day bouquet today!

In addition to beautiful flowers, what better gift for mom than a way to stay fashionable while smocksshe’s serving as the hostess at her dinner party? Look no further than Smocks Design. When having company over, no one wants to ruin their good clothes while preparing dinner, but aprons can be so blah. Kelley, who I went to elementary, junior high and high school with, and her mom have you covered…literally. When Page Six Magazine decided to cut back to publishing quarterly, Kelley, who served as the mag’s fashion editor, went to work on creating her own company which promotes “the art of entertaining” by bringing high fashion to the apron-wearing set. They purchase remnant fabric from designers, so not only is the cut stylish and flattering, the fabric is too. While Kelley’s not kicking off new business ventures, she and her mom also search for style and substance together on their blog, Cuts on the Bias. It’s a daily read on my netvibes page.

I admire all three of these women for taking risks and following their passions. Go check out what they have to offer and I’m sure you will come to admire them too.

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