Posts Tagged ‘Duke’

Color Me Happy: Royal Blue

September 30th, 2011 | 11 Comments »

When I began thinking about the color “blue” for this post, I immediately thought, “blue isn’t a happy color!” Well, again, I prove myself wrong. After browsing for hours at all things blue, I realized it’s the color of my alma mater (I’m a Blue Devil!) and the color most often associated with Kate Middleton (yes, I adore her!). Do you feel blue about blue?

sources: kate spade (blue bazaar earrings) | clare vivier (flat clutch) | flowers | shoes – pinterest | verde studio (stamp)

additional inspiration: check out my “likes” on pinterest to see some of the items that didn’t make it into this post! that’s where i prepare some of my favorite finds for these color me happy posts! also fun to check out other people’s “likes” on pinterest to see what is catching their interest!

additional additional inspiration: the color bar on kendra scott’s website (allows you to customize your jewelry and play with different colors, etc. — so much fun!)

I Am (not) A Writer

August 18th, 2010 | 14 Comments »

When I entered college, I wasn’t sure about much. The one piece of knowledge that I did feel certain about was my inability to write. My sister was the writer in the family, and I admired her ability to communicate so beautifully through the written word. During my first semester of my freshman year at Duke, I was required to take a writing course. Dreading the class, I tried to find some way to avoid taking it, but there was no exception clause.

On the first day of class, we were given a short questionnaire to complete. We would keep the completed questionnaire, sealed in an envelope, until the end of the semester. I still have this questionnaire with my school materials. Scanning my answers, I found that I wrote the same statement six times: I am NOT a writer.

Although I resisted this course with practically every ounce of my being, it is probably the most influential course I ended up taking. It forced me to challenge everything I believed about myself (in particular, sticky labels like “non-writer”) and to overcome my fear of putting pen to paper.

Rough drafts are ROUGH, not PERFECT.

Seriously? I couldn’t believe this statement when I heard my professor say it the first time. I can only imagine what I thought at the time: “Oh… okay, so I’ll spend six hours editing the draft rather than seven.” When we were given our first assignment to write within a 20-minute period, I had to let go of the need to be perfect and write a rough draft. It was painful, but necessary to finally understand that writing is more about the process than the final product.

Criticism is helpful, not defeating.

In my all-or-nothing mind, criticism was not something that one asked for within the world of academics. It was akin to failure and just a nicer way for someone to comment: “why would you turn in something so horrible?” But each paper we turned in was critiqued prior to grading, which meant we had the opportunity to incorporate the comments into our writing before we received a grade. By the end of the semester, I was practically begging for comments that would help me to improve my work. The lessons I learned from these diverse and thoughtful suggestions were priceless, and I realized that criticism was something that helps us immensely in our academic careers. It is rare to get a teacher or mentor who is willing to help you along the way; when you do, relish the opportunity with gratitude.

Writing is not a skill, but an action.

While I won’t debate the nature-versus-nurture theory of writing prowess, I know that one can’t write without taking action. Regardless of one’s DNA, words don’t get written without the movement from brain to pen or keyboard. Showing up to write is 90% of the battle. It doesn’t get easier along the way—or at least it hasn’t yet for me.

But, I have nothing new to say!

This thought was my main concern. I absorbed knowledge like a sponge, but didn’t like to challenge it. I couldn’t imagine questioning something that I didn’t feel I was already an expert on, like life or psychology or writing. In reality, we all have something new to say, regardless of our experience. This realization clicked for me while working with children. If I could learn so much from them, I had no excuse for not throwing my opinion into the ring for discussion.

What are you trying to say?

This question is the anchor for my writing today. It grounds me to the topic at hand and minimizes the number of tangents. In this piece, what am I trying to say? Better yet, what are you trying to say?

{image: yvette inufio photography}

Shine a Light on Your Path

March 17th, 2010 | 1 Comment »

The text below is an excerpt from my recently published book, Perseverance.

This book [Perseverance] is the result of one of my lifelong passions – a desire to help kids with life-threatening illnesses. It started when, as a young child, I became immersed in a world intrinsically different from my own. When I was six, I went with my parents to visit Camp Sunshine, a camp run by their friends. Camp Sunshine was and still is a retreat in Casco, Maine for children with cancer. Even though I had never been through cancer, I began to understand the impact of this disease at a very personal level. During this visit, I had developed a deep connection to children with cancer. Though I didn’t know it, that visit was going to change my life, and redefine my concept of courage forever.

Freed from the fear of rejection by their peers and the isolation of their hospital rooms, at Camp Sunshine children facing cancer could just be “normal” kids. From what they told me, the psychological issues faced by most kids going through cancer treatment were ubiquitous. Returning to the camp eight years later when I was fourteen, I was again overwhelmed by the strength and courage of my peers with cancer.

Returning to my “normal” life at home after the second visit was difficult. I was older, and more aware of the campers’ struggles. That year, I founded Carolyn’s Compassionate Children (CCC), an organization to help children with cancer and other serious illnesses.

CCC began as a pen-pal program connecting children who had cancer with their healthy peers. When I was fifteen, my foundation became a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization. It was a success, but I wanted to do more.

CCC has flourished in the nine [now: 10] years since I founded it. CCC has awarded 100 college scholarships to childhood cancer survivors across the nation. Currently, the mission of CCC is to improve the quality of life for young adult cancer survivors by increasing the opportunity for college access.

At the beginning of my spring semester freshman year at Duke University, I worked with a child in a documentary studies class examining childhood illness. The purpose of the class was to help a child facing cancer document his or her life through photography. Each student in the class was paired with one child.

I was paired with ten-year-old Kadeejah. I visited her at Duke Hospital every day. She smiled regardless of how she felt. She filled the bleakest days with sunshine. She loved to hold my hand. I gave her a teddy bear on her eleventh birthday, St. Patrick’s Day.

And then I watched her slowly slip away from me.

The last time I saw her, she was lying unconscious in the pediatric intensive care unit (PICU) with the teddy bear in her arms. I kissed her on the cheek and said goodbye.

I came to believe that every life has a purpose. Kadeejah and I were brought together for a reason. She taught me the value of now – this moment, today. Kadeejah spent every spare moment creating art. She never tired of these projects and as soon as she finished one creation, she went on to the next. I determined to spread Kadeejah’s passion for life to as many people as I could reach. This book is my first step toward realizing this goal.

… We all have journeys into uncharted territories that we must take alone. But I have learned that we aren’t necessarily alone. No matter how dark the moment, brave souls have already walked the same path. The purpose of this book is to shine a light on the path each of us takes.

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Kadeejah’s beautiful memory and unbelievable courage shine a light for me, allowing me to share these words with you in celebration of Kadeejah’s life, and in particular, Kadeejah’s birthday.

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To watch me read this excerpt from the book, you can see my personal video on Spring.

Please consider making a donation in memory of Kadeejah to support the Kadeejah Moore Memorial Fund. Every dollar counts.

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