Posts Tagged ‘women’

I’ve been having a little fun recording some of my songs after work with the help of my co-worker, Matthew Carter. Here’s the latest addition. Thanks to Matthew for providing the drums— I love finally being able to hear some drums behind my songs! The vocals and guitar parts are all me. I also want to make sure I mention Thomas Gunn, who helped me edit this song—along with many others—and made some suggestions that I ended up using in the song.


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Richard Branson? What the heck? I promise, it’s relevant. Watch from about 1:00 to 2:10. 

It’s been two years since I left my job at the Alumni Association. It really doesn’t feel like that long ago. I still remember copier codes, inside jokes, meeting times and annual deadlines. It’s funny, some days I feel like I could walk in and pick up back up where I left off. But I know I’ve changed in big ways in the past two years that make it unlikely that I’ll ever go back to a 9-5 desk job.

I’m so happy for my cousin, Rachel, who recently made a change in her career. She left her job at a boutique PR firm in DC to go back to nannying, the job she’d had while she was in grad school. It’s a scary jump to make— to leave the track you’ve carved out for yourself and imagine something different. Rachel is one of the most kind and caring people you could ever hope to meet so it seems only natural that she’d spend her time taking care of other people. Her new schedule also gives her time to write and blog on the side, so she’s able to freelance and exercise her creative talents. You can check out samples of her writing on her blog.

Now, getting back to Richard Branson. I wanted to share that clip because I think he explains the idea of “job sharing” and the merits of working part time very well. I cannot speak highly enough about the peace and balance that a part-time work schedule has brought to my life. I feel like I am able to contribute to and interact with my community on a daily basis and also contribute an equal amount of time (if not more) to myself, Ryan, our health and home, and our friends and family. I’m aware that working part-time is not possible for everyone, and I would not be able to maintain my schedule without Ryan’s support, but I hope that as our generation continues to move further and higher into the ranks of the work force, we’ll continue to consider and adapt to alternative work schedules. 

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I wanted to share a new song I’ve been working on. The idea for the song is one I’ve had for several years, but for whatever reason, however the creative process works (or doesn’t work sometimes), the right way to do the song didn’t come to me until a few months ago. Because I’d been busy with other music obligations, I’m just getting around to polishing it up. Here’s a rough cut.

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Woohoo! I had a great show on Saturday night. I had the great pleasure of opening for Mercy Bell and Maryanna Sokol who were visiting from NYC. Check out my Women that Rock page for my full debrief on Maryanna and Mercy.

The evening started off with Rachel’s Charlottesville arrival. Baby girl stopped at Whole Foods on her way down and picked up some boxed wine and cheese and crackers so we could nosh on a little something before we headed over. Not only was Rachel so supportive and awesome, but she picked out my outfit AND styled me for the big show AND she documented the whole night. Awesome. So, she’s to credit for the pictures in this post.

I have to say, the whole experience of playing with Mercy and Maryanna was so incredible. They were exactly the type of people that actually make playing and sharing music fun. Everyone that was there was supportive and positive, it was just a great time. Here are some pics.

Also, special thanks to Ethan and Allison (pictured above) who came out. And, Ethan gets the gold star for being one of the four guys there. And last, I have to thank Lauren Laskey at Para for inviting me to take part in this great night and for all her hard work and professionalism.

After Rachel and I slept waaaaay in on Sunday morning, we decided to be even more artsy and make our own homemade artwork. It was a ton of fun and cost us a fraction of what you’d have to dish out to buy some legitimate one-of-a-kind art. All-in-all, this weekend, if anything, was a ton of fun and I can only hope that I’ll have more weekends like this ahead.

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My dad is the youngest of seven kids. I am the second-youngest of I- don’t-know-how-many grandchildren my Grandma and Grandpa Kosut had. I say I-don’t-know-how-many because, it’s true, I don’t know how many. I haven’t met all of my Kosut cousins.

You see, my dad’s oldest brother, George, died before I was born while he and his family were living in California. I guess that family just lost touch with the rest of Kosut side of the family. And, living in Virginia, I only got to see the relatives on my dad’s side of the family about once a year. So, I guess meeting that part of the family just never happened.

I don’t know much, and have even less, to remember my grandparents by. I remember their house, so well. I remember my grandfather’s gruff voice, my grandmother’s slow chuckle, and I have the stories that my dad tells.

My grandparents didn’t have much of value but they had a lot of stuff. When it came time to move my grandmother to a nursing home, several years after my grandfather’s death, my dad and his brothers and sisters cleaned out the house that they grew up in, the house that my grandfather, so the story goes, built with his own two hands. I’m sure they gave away what they could but I’m also sure much of it was just thrown out.

As far as inheritances go, being second-youngest of I-don’t-know-how-many grandchildren doesn’t exactly earn you a prime spot for a family heirloom. But, cleaning out the house, my dad was able to snag a few things of grandmother’s for me that I’ve come to cherish. Scarfs.

Scarfs. The after-thought of an outfit. Such an unlikely, pedestrian thing to become an… well, heirloom. Maybe she bought them on clearance. Maybe they just sat in her drawer unworn. Did she ever think that someday, fifty years later, her granddaughter would be hanging on to them, trying to hang on to her?

Here are some of the scarfs.

Here’s a picture of my grandfather, grandmother and my dad’s oldest brother George in Niagara Falls. The year is 1936. They were both 22.

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