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Something’s Gotta Give

“We are all terrestrial.” Eskmo, We Are All Terrestrial

A few days ago, my friend Sloane released The Giving Manfiesto out into the world. How I go about doing my small part in making the world a better place has been a topic running through my head a lot over the past few months.

Tiffany talks about how much “please give” mail I get. I wouldn’t call it junk mail but over the years, I’ve had such a fractured approach to charitable giving that I get mountains of mail from organizations far and wide pleading with me to give more, to give again, to fill out surveys, to mail my congressperson, to come to an event. Also, hey, here’s a map and some stickers and some greeting cards and a calendar and some mailing labels you’re never going to use.

The questions that I’ve kept coming back to, though, are what do I really, personally care about and where do I want to make the biggest impact financially and with my time?

Sloane’s thoughtful approach to this is helping me crystallize what I first posted about on Thanksgiving.

The two most important social ills I want to invest in addressing are Economic Inequality/Food Insecurity and Social Justice.

While I’ve given to a variety of environmental organizations in the past, I want to focus more of my support here to time spent making the world more green and sustainable.

I also will continue my pro bono consulting work with Taproot selecting projects/organizations that address my core issues. I will find more consistent time to work with our local food banks.

I will continue to support local public radio and the local museums and arts organizations (like LACMA)  that I frequent.

Supporting friends is a great category that I’ve never quantified or budgeted before. There are increasing opportunities to support a charitable fund drive or micro-funded project and I want to be thoughtful about how I go about doing this.

Emergency giving. Of course.

It’s interesting. I have no idea how much I give financially each year. I want to change that for 2014 and beyond. I hope I’m giving at least 5%, my goal is to get up to 10% and see how that feels.

What I do know is that I’m not giving enough of my time. There are 8766 hours in a year. Can I give 876 of them to helping others?

I wanna try.

Fortunate. Thankful. Determined.

“Forever conditioned to believe that we can’t live. We can’t live here and be happy with less.” Sting, If You Love Somebody Set Them Free

There have been a wave of stories in recent weeks trying to paint the real picture of Poverty in America. Food insecurity and income inequality are regular matters of interest on the Melissa Harris-Perry Show. These societal ills, more than any others, are becoming my core issue of concern and where I plan to focus nearly all of my charitable giving and volunteerism for the foreseeable future.

I live on the right side of America’s economic divide. We’re not a paycheck to paycheck household. We don’t balk at expensive meals or cringe at the rising price of gas or hold our nose (much) at air travel or hotel costs. Hell, that we take trips via plane and have real vacations make us very different than a far too large number of Americans.


It stings because it's true.It stings because it's true.

It stings because it’s true.

And while we eat well at pop-up restaurants and select grocery stores based on variety and specialty rather than cost, i’m increasingly aware that there are those who have to make the choice between cheap eats and diapers. I’m more frustrated that most of my tax dollars go to military spending rather than the basic human essentials of my fellow man. I’m mortified that there are serious debates about the value of food programs and universal health care and housing support. I’m ever more determined to do more.

So, this year, as I sit down with family in a warm home with an abundant table, I give thanks for being so fortunate. 

And I give thanks that I have the opportunity and the will to do so much more for those less economically lucky.

Thanksgiving is a story of survival from a time when that wasn’t a given. That is still the truth of this day for many of us.

It is maddening to try to figure out why that is. There’s no reason why it should be.