Legacy

Before the landslide—this was my world leading up to Thanksgiving.

Today was a good day—not only because I didn't get fired by my community.

A reflection on the eve of the recall vote.

My dad used to say, “Do what you advertise.” I thought he was talking about marketing. Turns out, he was teaching me about life.

This isn’t a story about getting motherhood right. It’s a story about learning love without a map.

Whatever happens tonight, I'm choosing to keep showing up for the work that matters most.

Today I wrote a statement for the recall ballot. It brought up more than I thought it would.

After my dad died, I didn’t fall into stillness. I fell into a storm, grieving one kind of loss while surviving another. Only now, in the quiet after, has the weight of his absence truly landed. But so has something else: the quiet strength he passed on. Not in words. In essence. This piece isn’t just about grief. It’s about what lives on. What was quietly left behind. What I carry forward.

They whispered 'princess.' Hissed 'silver spoon.' But my hands told a different story, not of privilege, but of persistence. I was raised in aisles, not ivory towers."

Somewhere between tide and memory, my dad reached out and caught one more king. A true story about fishing, legacy, laughter, and love.

Motherhood is funny like that. You give and give and give. You build and grow and reach. And then, at the end of the day, you find yourself in the kitchen telling a half-asleep teenager about the empire of ideas you’re constructing. And somehow, that’s enough.

He didn’t teach me through lectures. He taught me by living it. And now, in every quiet act of leadership, I carry him.