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Giving Voice: A USAID-funded researcher’s perspective on 2025 changes-pt2

Notice the byline on this post? Yes, the ‘USAID-funded researcher’ is none other than our middle daughter, Michelle. And yes, she is one whose voice was silenced on 1/20/2025. A few weeks ago, Michelle asked if she could share her perspective with my readers.
It was time.

(note: part 2 is the longest of this 3-part series – read time 12+ minutes)

PART 2: Chaos and Destruction

I worked at a non-governmental organization (NGO) that won contracts from USAID for a variety of international development and humanitarian assistance projects. I know from experience that Americans typically do not know much about international development and humanitarian assistance.

A frequent question I get is along the lines of, “what does that mean?”

People who do this type of work typically have a brief response. We don’t spend much time sharing what we do unless explicitly asked, mostly because we love our work but don’t really see the need to market our work.

We love it, and we believe in it, and for us, that is enough.

My response is typically something like, “I do research about education projects that the U.S. is funding in lesser developed countries.” I elaborate when asked for more details, giving an example of a recent project I worked on. But honestly, I rarely expect anyone else to be interested in my work since I know that our passions are deeply personal, and work is not always synonymous with passion.

My standard way to change the topic goes something like this:

“I think this is cool, but I’m also a nerd and can sometimes drone on about nerdy things like my latest research project. Tell me more about [insert the other person’s job here]. That sounds really interesting!”

That said, a bit of context is in order. Foreign assistance makes [made] up about 1% of the federal budget, and that 1% includes diplomacy. Development and humanitarian assistance (a.k.a. USAID) only account(ed) for about 0.6% of the federal budget in fiscal year (FY) 2023 (about 0.3% of the federal budget in FY 2024).

I am focusing on the percentage of the federal budget here because the raw dollar amounts are large: USAID’s budget in fiscal year (FY) 2024 was about $21.7 billion. However, important perspective is lost when the focus is on the dollar amount rather than the proportion to the whole. Consider that the US federal budget in FY 2024 was about $6.78 trillion.

Motivation for Peace Murals, Universite de Cocody, Abidjan

Given that people typically do not know this work exists, it might not be common knowledge that it was among the first (if not the first) industries targeted and destroyed by the new-at-the-time Administration’s “efficiency operations.”

I recall very clearly telling my best friend that I was in the cross-hairs because of the new “efficiency operations,” and she was honestly shocked. She told me that she had no idea that the work I did was related to any of the executive orders, and I share almost as many work stories and job-related details with her as I share with my husband.

Foreign assistance may have been among the first targeted by the Administration’s “efficiency operations” due to its relatively small budget, which lent itself to serving as a proof-of-concept. As a proof-of-concept, maybe the goal was to test whether the methods of the “efficiency team” to eliminate other federal agencies would be acceptable to the public.

With this theory in mind, let me tell you some of what happened, from an insider perspective. I am sharing some details here because I think again of my best friend. Every time I gave her an update, she was shocked. She told me that all she knew was what was being reported on the news, which was minimal. When I probed for details, I learned that the only thing she was hearing was that the “efficiency team” was conducting a 90-day review of USAID.

Please Note: and let me be VERY CLEAR about this, this explanation of “what happened” is ONLY MY PERSPECTIVE. I DO NOT SPEAK FOR ANYONE ELSE. I also caution, as a social scientist and qualitative researcher, this is subject to recall bias. *

Let me also be very clear that I do not know everything that happened. I can only share what I know, but I will offer a few resources at the end for those who want to learn more. I am also going to refrain from stating who is doing what. I may offer a few titles of people, but I’m not going to use names.


Jungle Road in middle of Abidjan 2

USAID Shutdown & Elimination of Services – Partial Timeline of events (2025)**

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or
click here for pdf version


Piecing it Together

As I sat down to put the timeline of events in writing, I was struck with what the timeline shows and what it does not show. I see a rapid timeline, in which a 90-day review produced “results” within a few weeks instead of three months. I remember thinking at the time that everything was happening very fast, but I didn’t realize it was that fast until I made this timeline.

What is not easily conveyed in the timeline is the chaos. Yes, I mention the “roller coaster of terminations, re-approvals, partial terminations, and re-terminations,” and I share that we kept waiting for instructions on how to support the review. But the chaos was more than that.

Updates were coming in by the minute. At the NGO where I worked, we were sending messages to our colleagues and our leaders in Teams messenger, WhatsApp, and through “old fashioned” text messaging almost constantly to try to figure out what was happening and what we could actually do. Our internal communication channels were filled with links to every new update.

We wanted to know how we could spend our time at work if we could not work. What actions could we take to support the review and address misinformation? How could we be useful? How could we continue to collaborate with our international peers and serve those we wanted to serve while upholding our commitment to their protection and dignity?

Our biweekly staff meetings turned into weekly townhall meetings, and the NGO’s leadership team started sending email updates with FAQ sections. The main takeaway from the FAQ was that nobody knew anything. We wrote project justifications to explain how our projects supported the administration’s agenda, then we would hear that the terms used to explain the agenda had changed slightly.

We wrote and rewrote our justifications each time the administration clarified the agenda to make sure that we were addressing each new concern, but the agenda was never fully defined. “Make America stronger, safer, and more prosperous” was repeated, but we were never told exactly what that meant.

Instead, we would hear different snippets and talking points from the Secretary of State and try to glean exactly what that meant for us and our work as we wrote justifications that we would never get a chance to submit for consideration.

Our HR team gave us advice on updating our resumes and LinkedIn profiles. The leadership team told us that the company might survive the review but most likely our jobs would not. Our hours were cut, with an affiliated reduction in pay. I was lucky enough to work for a company that was transparent: I was given a week’s notice that I would be furloughed for 6 weeks, and I was told that I should expect to lose my job at the end of the furlough.

Not all of my peers were so lucky. Some started a random workday only to find that a new meeting with their boss had appeared on their calendar for 9:15 AM that same day, and they were let go with no advance notice.

During this period, a colleague told me a story about their experience out in the real world. While waiting in line at a coffee shop one day, they overheard someone in line say that all federal workers and contractors (which included all USAID-funded workers) deserved to lose their jobs because they were lazy paper pushers, grifting off hard-working taxpayers.

My partners in Lebanon, with whom I collaborated for a research project on the potential for tolerance education programming in the conflict-affected country, were reaching out to me on WhatsApp, sending me messages of hope and comfort. My colleagues in the DRC sent me messages of support on social media. I felt compelled to apologize in return, for the hateful message that our country was sending.

Some of my colleagues stopped sleeping. My body would not stop trembling from the adrenaline. My poor, patient husband held me while I wept, listened to me while I shouted, and watched helplessly while I stared off into space, trying to make sense of the chaos. It felt like we were fighting a battle but did not know the rules of engagement.

Sunset over Beirut in times of conflict 2
Sunset Over Beirut in Times of Conflict

Termination Logic?

Early on in the shutdown process, many of us suspected that contracts were terminated based on a simple “control + F” key word search to identify “terminology non grata” within contract documents, such as “woman”, “girl”, “diverse”, “equity”, etc. Ecology projects focusing on biodiversity were canceled, investment literacy projects focusing on helping people build financial equity were canceled, and so on. This seems [seemed] to be the case for grants outside of foreign assistance, such as NSF and NIH. For foreign assistance, since more than 80% of contracts were canceled, it seems more likely that the intention was “control + A + delete” (select all and delete). 

Communication Embargo

I had to be very careful how I navigated the stop work orders, because contact with people outside of my company was tricky. USAID staff had been given very clear orders from above to cease all communication, so I had to make sure that any contact with my USAID counterparts used language that would not be interpreted as counter to the orders. But I had to communicate with them, to make sure that things did indeed stop and that all involved parties had the appropriate documentation of the cessation.

I had to be very careful about my communication with non-USAID colleagues, too, for the same reason – any misinterpretation of my communication as hostile could have negative consequences for my colleagues and maybe even for myself. Additionally, people were very afraid of being FOIA-ed (Freedom of Information Act), or of their email being hacked by people who were part of the administration’s “efficiency operation” – again, due to fears of misinterpretation and retribution.

People were scared – speak out, be accused of treason.

There are now reports that indicate their fears were not entirely unfounded.

I was aware of my peers’ fear. I could speak out, but would I be putting them in danger of retribution, job loss, or worse? Will this blog post put my family on a watch list?

Do No Harm is foundational to my work and part of my core ethos, so I take this very seriously. 

Make no mistake, we were being censored by the administration. 

Loss of Transparency

While this was happening, all the publicly available data, all the publicly available resources, all the publicly available reports on every project ever conceived, disappeared from the public view. Data, research, information, spanning decades…all deleted.

Gone was the evidence that the “review” was not based on reality. Gone was the evidence that shows that the projects are not some evil force, pushing terrible ideologies, full of fraudulent charges and corrupt practices.

Primary school in rural Côte d’Ivoire – teaching communication skills

When the public can no longer access the data, reports, and information, those conducting the review are free to say anything. This deletion of data, research, results, etc., is happening across sectors and agencies beyond USAID. Health data – gone. Health research results – gone. Websitesgone

The virtual “wall of receipts” made available by the administration’s “efficiency team” is supposed to provide hard evidence of fraud and provide hard evidence of cost savings (or “efficiencies”). It is littered with inaccuracies and it keeps changing. When this is called out, the answer provided is, “we will make mistakes.

These mistakes are costing people their lives, costing Americans their jobs, and costing the American public a lot of money. Yet those making the mistakes are not being held accountable.

These mistakes are careless, with very real consequences to people’s very real lives, and with consequences to operations, institutional knowledge, security, quality, effectiveness, and even efficiency. All of which have been glossed over in the name of the “savings” that do not exist.


*I have sought to mitigate this bias by triangulating my recollection with other sources and providing links to additional resources for the reader to explore. However, given my primary identity as “human” writing mainly from memory, please forgive any accidental omissions or unintentional misrepresentations.

**At the time of this Part 2 blog post publication, USAID is officially closed. June 30, 2025, marked the agency’s final day. As of July 1, 2025, all remaining agency work was officially consolidated and moved under the U.S. Department of State.


Next – Part 3: Unresolved


Header photo: USAID presence in DRC with non-governmental organization (NGO) affiliate logo scrubbed for privacy reasons
Insert photo: Jungle Road in middle of Abidjan, Côte d’Ivoire
All photos: Michelle L. Solorio

For Non-Exhaustive List of Additional Reading click here


Giving Voice: A USAID-funded researcher’s perspective on 2025 changes-pt1

Notice the byline on this post? Yes, the ‘USAID-funded researcher’ is none other than our middle daughter, Michelle. And yes, she is one whose voice was silenced on 1/20/2025. A few weeks ago, Michelle asked if she could share her perspective with my readers.
It was time.

PART 1: War and Life

The room was small.

Not much more than a cinderblock room with some chipped paint. There was a small bed that looked more like a massage table, some buckets in the corner, some posters on the wall, and some equipment on another table. No electricity. No running water. There were two windows, positioned across from each other to provide a good cross-breeze, covered in light fabric curtains. The windows had no other covers – no glass, no screens. They were nothing more than intentional holes in the wall. 

Birthing Room 4b
“The room was small…this room, in fact, was a birthing room.”

The window style is not unusual in Africa, in fact it is very common in schools, so normally it would not strike me as noteworthy. But this was at a health clinic. This room, in fact, was a birthing room. One of four in the clinic’s maternity ward.

I was there to check on the equipment, among other things, as part of a monitoring mission in the middle of an active conflict zone in Ituri province, Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC).

This was for the non-governmental organization (NGO) I worked at that had helped build the clinic, train the doctors and staff, and provide medical supplies. I noted that the supplies were indeed received and were being properly sterilized and stored. I had long conversations with the clinic staff about proper procedures, safety, sanitation, privacy, and other topics.

I secretly thought to myself that I would never want to give birth in this room, for, while it was clean and sterile, it looked uncomfortable, and the window setup would make me self-conscious. Could there be any privacy? What about dust getting in? 

l-r: photographer for the NGO’s communications team; sorting through equipment with clinic worker (shown); member of the NGO’s monitoring & evaluation team

Then the clinic director took me to the postnatal ward, to show me the beds where new mothers recovered under new mosquito nets. In the row of beds, there was one new mother – she arrived last night. Would I want to speak with her, the director asked?

Before I could answer, this woman began to thank me, telling me how this clinic saved her child and her from death. Without this clinic, she shared, she would have given birth in “the bush”, outside, while fleeing from militia and soldiers.

Who knows if she and her child would have survived.

Outhouses DRCb

I was wrong about the birthing room; it was luxurious indeed.

I have engaged with many people in challenging circumstances in my life as a researcher in international development and humanitarian assistance. I’ve met and played with many children, talked with many parents, had engaging conversations with teachers and administrators, given presentations to government officials, even held court with a king, in countries such as DRC, Côte d’Ivoire, Lebanon, Uganda, and others. This woman is one of many who live in my mind. But she is the one I think of the most. 

I thought of her when the President signed the executive order to “review foreign assistance” on inauguration day. I thought of her again three days later, when the Secretary of State and the acting USAID Administrator decided that the executive order was not strong enough and issued “stop work orders” for all projects. And she is the one I have thought about every day since. To me, she symbolizes the vulnerable who will pay the price for any mistakes and errors that the powerful make in their careless, hasty efforts to pursue their agenda.


Next – Part 2: Chaos and Destruction


All photos: Michelle L. Solorio
Header photo: USAID presence in DRC with non-governmental organization (NGO) affiliate logo scrubbed for privacy reasons
Insert photo: Outhouses, DRC

For Non-Exhaustive List of Additional Reading click here

Priorities Over Chaos

Like many of you, I’m finding it difficult to post regularly. For whatever reason, and there are many significant factors involved, it’s just how things are for me right now. An easing back into the blogging rhythm just hasn’t presented itself before now.

I’ve noticed several bloggers I follow have courageously forged forth with timely posts echoing thoughts, hopes, struggles, fears and outrage similar to my own on the ceaseless chaos & cruelty that is bombarding the local & world stage.

One such blogger, Deborah Brasket, gave me a way to segue from my last post in February to today’s post.

In her post, Tending Beauty in an Uncertain World, she eloquently speaks of the tenuous balance she is trying to maintain in her (he)art, everyday life, and social responsibility.

“Like many of you, I struggle to balance myself in this uncertain world where the rule of law and so many institutions of democracy are crumbling around us. Where we are falling into fascism, failing to support human decency, our friends and allies, and the values that made America the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Like many, I falter between hope and despair. I struggle to know how to live this life I love as it is being destroyed from within.

Can I go on writing my novels, tending my garden, blogging about beauty, living a life of peace and tranquility? Do I abandon my piano, my artwork, my joy in living?

Do I take up arms and march in the streets? Can I do both? Will one taint the other? Will my joy be lessened, my rage take control?”

Deborah Brasket

I relate.

She found some insight in a poem by Gloria Horton-Young, The Quiet Art of Resistance.

I found some insight in a snippet from May Sarton’s journal entitled, At Seventy.

“It is order in all things that rests the mind…So what is the inward order that makes it possible to shut out the chaos around me as I sit here? Perhaps a strong sense of what my priorities are – first friends, then work, then the garden. If I died suddenly, how bitterly I should regret work undone, friends unanswered. As for the garden, that is my secret extravagance and one has to have one…The garden is where my madness lies, and that is a more useful madness than drunkenness or a tantrum…”

May Sarton

My priorities as per Sarton’s template?

First – family, friends and relationships (including my faith in a loving, caring God), then work- my music and all manner of my (he)art, then the garden – literally and all manner of other outlets.

There are other priorities, certainly…which makes for a good solid team in countering chaos & cruelty!

I am not going to give up on the beautiful and the good – I will not allow the ethos of the times to blur my vision or stifle my heart. Choosing priorities over chaos – sharing, caring, kindness, love, knowledge, truth – is exercising freedom in its purest sense.


“Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.” Philippians 4:8


A Roundabout Post for Black History Month

Note: It would not be prudent for me to share how the past 29 days of our lives have been personally & directly changed within our family and friends since 1/20/2025. Or specific instances of how those changes reach farther than just us. Instead, what follows is an attempt at showing in a less threatening context – how
silenced voices can yet speak.

Just a few days ago, as I was “doing what I do” across multiple areas of interest – taking deep dives into satisfying curiosities, researching on-line and hardcopy, expanding my knowledge-base to further enrich my (he)artistic creations, personal enrichment, and ‘growing in knowing’ – I came across yet another disturbing announcement.  

So much so that I copied and pasted the relevant portions of the National Endowment of the Arts website info to a Word doc in the event original articles would be scrubbed and disappear entirely. What a thing to feel compelled to do. Yet, this was based upon recent blackouts of other websites such as DEI, NIH, USAID, CDC

The National Endowment for the Arts cancelled its grant program Challenge America for fiscal year 2026. In operation since 2001, the program primarily supports small organizations & individuals that reach “historically underserved communities that have limited access to the arts relative to geography, ethnicity, economics, and/or disability.” *

The National Endowment for the Arts itself is a conduit of support for a myriad of disciplines ranging from scientific research, the arts, and community development through its extensive grant programs.

The artist I was interested in tracking down, Susan Hudson, is a 2024 NEA National Heritage Fellow. She was honored (along with 9 others) just this past September at the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts ** and the Library of Congress. 

This is how one voice can yet speak

Native American Heritage Month is in November.

November 2024, it was celebrated all out, in full view – integrating past, present and future aspects of this vibrant cultural community and its members.

Black History Month is in February.

Now. This month. This year. February 2025.

It is currently in low gear due to unspecified ‘new guidelines’ yet demanding adherence. In addition, Black History Month, as an “Identity Month” has been declared dead by the DoD.

That said, join me now as I envision a celebration parade headed by my Black History Month honoree of personal choice: Sister Rosetta Tharpe.

Need help with that?

Pretend you’re one of the audience here in this vintage footage of Sister Rosetta performing in the rain at the then abandoned (and now non-existent) Chorlton railway station on Wilbraham Road, Manchester, England.

This is how silenced voices can yet speak

As part of the 1964 Blues & Gospel Train Tour through Europe, this all out performance in the rain exemplifies what it means to be a true performing (he)artist.

“The station was dressed up to look like one from the American South, but typically for Manchester, the weather did not echo that area’s dustbowl conditions. Shortly after the train which carried the audience the few miles south from Manchester’s city centre pulled in, a storm lashed the station.

‘Sister Rosetta came to me and asked if she could change her opening number to Didn’t It Rain? … when she strapped on her guitar, it was astounding.’

Mr. Hamp says the downpour would have been his worst memory of the show had it not led to his best.”

a memory from TV producer Johnnie Hamp

I will not elaborate on the impact these current times are making upon everyday Americans – scientists, musicians, academics, researchers, educators, students, health workers, families, farmers, etc – At least not directly.

For now, this is how one voice, my voice, can yet speak.


*from the original website category list description as per my cut and paste Word doc
**Since then, much has changed within the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, making this past event hold even more significance.  

Making Angels Cry – Poem


Making Angels Cry

Laura Bruno Lilly ©2024

Crying Angel by Cheyenne McCoy

Making Angels Cry
Laura Bruno Lilly ©2024

The world
It goes hither and yon.
Yet 21st century aromas linger
Strangely unsettling these past years.
Strongly scented with testosterone

– aggression –
A generation that knows no other way.
In the name of progress, our input has become narrow.
Fully incomplete, unfeeling, unreal.
How to thrive in such an unfertile soil
Laden with toxic nutrients?
Yet 21st century aromas linger
Strangely offering hope for a better future.
Strongly scented with testosterone, estrogen

– partners –
Shaping a more sustainable relational environment.
Angels cry
Angels hope
Angels have no say.
It’s up to us.

October 18, 1972

Note: Today, Friday, October 18, 2024 is an ‘especially significant day’ as my oldest (by 5 years) girl cousin says. I confess I’m a bit cranky this year as it’s the year I tilt over from the nines into a new decade of numbers…But I’ll get over that, I always do! HA!
In the spirit of celebrating birthdays, I thought I’d recount my ‘especially significant (birth)day’ of Wednesday, October 18, 1972.


The 26th Amendment, Pat Schroeder, Shirley Chisholm, George McGovern, Richard Nixon and me.

On March 23, 1971 the 26th Amendment was proposed – due in large part to the efforts and voices of us, the ‘younger’ generation. Bringing to the forefront the fact that those drafted during the Vietnam War – young men between the ages of 18 & 21 – were required to fight and possibly die for their nation in wartime at the age of 18. Yet, these same citizens had no legal say in the government’s decision to wage war until the age of 21.

McGovern '72 campaign button

Youthful chants of “Old enough to fight, Old enough to vote” were echoed by people of all ages – hawks and doves.

By July 1, 1971, the 26th Amendment was ratified and noted as being the quickest adoption of any amendment to date.

October 18, 1972, I turned 18. As a freshman at the University of Colorado, the energy surrounding that year’s Presidential election increased my sense of ‘making a difference’ by exercising the most basic right in a Democracy – simply by casting my vote.

 Oh, but would I actually get to vote?

You bettcha! My birthday was within a few short weeks of the birth-date cutoff and voter registration deadline. As a newly turned 18 year old, I registered the day after my birthday as an Independent.

Back then it simply meant “not Democratic, not Republican”. These days, it’s come to mean something much more complicated.

However. I still stand by my decision as a registered Independent voter as being 100% unaffiliated with any political party. Every single Presidential Election except the 2012 one, due to circumstances beyond my control, I cast my vote – for or against or instead of (third party options) – someone – for President.

But that’s not what this post is about…Instead, let’s review the election selection during that first inaugural year of voting for 18 year olds.

1972’s ballot was rich with change and choice as is wont in a Democracy. Besides the highly charged George McGovern and Richard M. Nixon campaigns, two unknowns were gaining national recognition while running for their own chosen political offices.

Two dynamic & highly qualified women peppered the campaign trail. Shirley Chisholm in the Presidential race and Pat Schroeder in the US Congressional race from the 1st congressional district which spanned the Denver Metro area.

Being a resident of Boulder County, anything to do with Denver wasn’t really on my radar. As a newbie voter at the time, I didn’t fully understand how local and national candidates represented all or parts of my state of Colorado. As it happens, Pat Schroeder would be a presence to reckon with time and again on the local and national political scene.

I now realize what a landmark impact she made on the political landscape even if we youngster-voters would joke about “Pat and her uterus”. 🙂

A fine encapsulation of Schroeder’s career – including her famous “I have a brain, I have a uterus. They both work…”

As for Shirley Chisholm – what a powerhouse!

Yes, if she had been on the ballot, I would have cast my first ever vote for her. 🙂

In addition to offering historical info, this video captures the feel of the times when Chisholm ran for office.


Extra notes on Schroeder & Chisholm

Schroeder, at her husband’s encouragement, entered the 1972 race for the predominantly Democratic but conservative congressional district encompassing most of Colorado’s capital city of Denver. Running without the support of the state Democratic Party or the Democratic National Committee, Schroeder campaigned as an anti–Vietnam War candidate. When asked to explain the motivation behind her unlikely congressional bid, Schroeder replied, “Among other things the need for honesty in government.” She added, “It’s an issue that women can speak best to—and more should be given the chance.”4 Schroeder ran a grass–roots campaign that seemed as overmatched as those of her political idol, Adlai Stevenson; she believed she would “talk sense to the American people and lose.”5 Voters, however, embraced her antiwar, women’s rights message. She beat out her Democratic primary opponent Clarence Decker by 4,000 votes and, in the general election, defeated first–term incumbent Republican Mike McKevitt with 52 percent of the vote. Schroeder was the first woman elected to Congress from Colorado, a state that had granted women the vote in 1893.6 In her subsequent 11 elections, she rarely faced serious opposition, typically garnering more than 60 percent of the vote.7
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5John Brinkley, “A Brave Woman Leaves Her Mark; Pat Schroeder Exits Congress,” 31 December 1996, Cleveland Plain–Dealer: 1E.
6Marcy Kaptur, Women in Congress: A Twentieth–Century Odyssey (Washington, D.C.: Congressional Quarterly Press, 1996): 174; see also, Current Biography, 1978: 368.
7“Election Statistics, 1920 to Present,” http://clerk.house.gov/member_info/election.aspx; Politics in America, 1996 (Washington, D.C.: Congressional Quarterly Press, 1995): 221.

In announcing her bid for the Democratic nomination in 1972, Chisholm said, “I am not the candidate of Black America, although I am Black and proud. I am not the candidate of the women’s movement of this country, although I am a woman and I am equally proud of that. I am the candidate of the people, and my presence before you now symbolizes a new era in American political history.”

Although she ran a spirited campaign, Chisholm was unable to consolidate the support of influential Black leaders, giving way for South Dakota Senator George McGovern to claim the Democratic nomination.
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Chisholm arrived at the Democratic convention with 152 delegates. This was more than those of senator Hubert Humphrey and Edward Muskie, who’d been two of the main challengers on the campaign trail (Humphrey was the Democratic candidate in 1968). Yet she was still in fourth place behind Senator George McGovern, Senator Henry Jackson, and the injured Wallace. McGovern was the clear winner with 1,729 delegates, and his lead gave him no incentive to negotiate with Chisholm for her 152.
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Weekend Notes 8/17-18/2024

FYI: A few days ago, I received my “Happy Anniversary – you registered on WordPress 11 years ago” notification. It may be my last.

Let me explain.

Surrounded by my notes, I just now sat down, opened my computer and logged onto my WP account to begin this newest Weekend Notes post. What I originally hand in mind to write involved copying a paragraph from a previous post, so I hit the “All Posts” button on my dashboard. Instead of the usual listing of previously published posts, I was presented with a chaotic array of vertical post titles and empty space. An ominous sign that more such chaos lurked elsewhere throughout my website/blog.

That’s when I knew the script changed.


Please consider this my ‘message in a bottle’ that hopefully gets out there for all to view. Given the above intro – this bottle may or may not reach anyone.

Dear blogger buds, followers, friends, and readers of all sorts,

Most of you know the ups & downs, joys & travails of using WordPress. Many of you know I personally have experienced a huge increase in the downs & travails of it beginning March 2024.

This newest set of freaky developments are not quite the final push for me to chuck this platform.

However.

In order for this website/blog to continue I know I am in for multiple rounds of trying to decipher, redo, fix, wait for/give up on tech support answers, etc. I know I’m in for a huge dive back into the technical aspects in going forward with this platform. This all takes an enormous amount of time & effort to enable this website/blog to simply go on doing what it is meant to do.

Will I be successful?

Why should I be? I’m no computer programmer or WordPress technician expert. Nevertheless, I have learned numerous tricks, HTML bits, plugin compatibilities, go arounds and more of the technical side of WP functionality/maintenance than I ever thought possible.

Don’t get me wrong, I love learning and a challenge. But given the fact that WordPress solicits itself as a user friendly, no technical knowledge needed platform with abundant tech support, I feel I’ve gone way over and beyond the call of duty.

And now, more than ever, as I am entering into a long awaited focused ‘Purple Patch’, with my 2024 projects & goals, I resent this intrusion into my valuable time. After all, this website/blog serves my (he)art, not the other way around.

So, just in case the blog goes silent again, know I am trying my best to maintain my website/blog presence. You can always email me and/or use the contact form to get in touch, if you like. 🙂

peace

LAURA

Memo to self: Regardless of the project focus – It’s All About The Music


Goals, ToDos & TryOuts – part 2

First seen in this earlier post and then again in part 1, a certain coffee mug takes center stage as an example of a ‘quick TryOut’.

That said, the ‘quick TryOut’ to finish Aromatic Steam Arising is only as good as the sum of its parts. Meaning: one of those parts was to compose a soundtrack specific to the video. That part was right up my alley and I certainly had fun noodling around on both the UKE and CG for ideas. The noodling resulted in two separate 4 measure motifs which I then entered into my NOTION notation program and arranged as a duo. Adjusting for the duration of coffee mug’s stellar performance, I came up with the 34 seconds of music needed for use in the video.

ASA 34 seconds Score

That was the easy part. Next came the actual putting together of a cohesive video highlighting my raw unedited phone footage in sync with a NOTION instrument rendition of my ASA 34 Seconds accompanying audio track.

Enter stage left – the challenging part of my ‘quick TryOut.’

Armed with some working knowledge of Canva, I decided to go forth and dive deep into using their free tools for video/audio projects. It took me a few days but I learned much through the process.

As promised, here is my first attempt at making a video with my personal & original uploads using Canva tools. Enjoy!

“Aromatic Steam Arising” © 2024 LBL/Purple Tulip Music

Aromatic Steam Arising postcard
An easier to read version of the ending page in the above video – yes, I need to ‘fix’ that! 🙂

Beauty Inherent in Humanity

The news broadcasts cover the dark side of humanity, the nasty, ugly, tough, brutal behaviors of some and I need to know that this is going on. But I also seek antidotes to this dark side, I look for the beauty inherent in nature. As I look at my photographs of this sculpture*, I am reminded of the beauty of most of the people I know, but also know that this beauty is delicate. I (we) need to nurture this beauty in others so it can flourish.”

*Utopia by Jaume Plensa (installed at the Frederik Meijer Gardens & Sculpture Park, Grand Rapids, MI)

Pat, blogger & photographer

“We need to nurture this beauty in others so it can flourish.”

Staging Sites, Migration and The Sounds of Silence

Under Construction

Perhaps you’ve noticed. My site has been ‘under construction’ for quite some time. Silent for even longer than that.

It’s been awhile, I know. At first, partly due to lack of time to put together a ‘quality’ post, yes. But mostly, at first, in order to keep site-traffic at a minimum in prep for a full backup download and staging of the site.

That was a few weeks ago. At that time, I worked on the too-long-ignored WP/plugin updates and tidied up the website before proceeding with the scheduled migration to another hosting service.

Nothing quite jolts one out of techie-inertia like when one’s host service end date looms on the horizon. The very close horizon.

Those of us who are wordpress.org know that hosting servers offer fantastic prices as a first-time customer. Then, once the contract is over (in this case 3 years), the renewal cost increases by at least 3xs the initial rate.

This is common practice.

I knew going in, that I’d need to find a new host to park the website when the dreaded renewal date arrived. In my case, hubby found a great package for 4 years with another host server.

A little over 2 weeks ago, I initiated the move. There’s always a bit of trepidation during the change-over, migration, re-direct of dns to the new host and how well the new host service deals with customer help once the site is in their care.

And there are always problems. In the techie-realm, problems are normal. But, as they say, there are always solutions. If you know where to look for them…

Original image lady techie

Meanwhile, my newly migrated site went live. But without the ‘Under Construction Sign’ I’d painstakingly selected, put in place and made sure it worked while the migrated site was in ‘preview’ waiting to accept the re-direct and spring back into life. Why? Because the fixes I made in prep for the migration got messed up during the migration!

I’m no stranger to setting up staging sites and fixing/testing stuff on my website. But having my semi-broken site live & visible after I made sure it’d be invisible under the ‘Under Construction Sign’ was quite upsetting to me. More so than the loss of ‘likes’ and other weird data disappearances.

Turns out, Jetpack does not play well with migration. And, active Jetpack support on the WP Forums has all but disappeared. Just sayin’…

The good news?

If not for the excellent help from the live tech assistants at my new host service – this website might have remained ‘under construction’ forever. Yes, an exaggeration about the forever part. However, I reiterate: high accolades for the live tech assistants who walked me through the fixes!

Now for the leap of faith: pushing the staged site to live. Again.

If there are problems, so be it. Otherwise, it’s great to be back!


As per the title of this post: The Sounds of Silence phrase rounds out the content of this post – even if the lyrics of the beloved piece do not. I added it here for an aural respite from all things techie. 🙂

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