on Pay Equity

Unable to sleep having drank too much coffee earlier in the day, I reflect about how my workplace has pay equity.

Reflections for 2018

New year begins and I reflect about the kind of social worker I have been and want to be.

Being a U.S. social worker in a time like this

just some random thoughts and feels I had as I reflect on being a social worker in U.S. in a time like this.

working in supportive housing, and how it has felt to me so far

Having been a social worker at a supportive housing site for over 2 years, I reflect on how that's been like for me.

Preparing an exit

From what I've read, I fit into a personality type that's never fully satisfied at my current lot in life and I'm always going to be anxious to move onto the next big chapter. I'm not sure how accurate that is, considering how fortunate and privileged I feel to be where I'm at right now....

a month later, the emotional scar left after a client’s death still feels fresh

It's been a minute since I last wrote. I have a lot of thoughts and emotions to put down so here go my typing fingers. The saying is that time heals all wounds. It makes a lot of sense to me, and I want to believe in it. Over time I've come to acceptance with...

I kind of resent Nelson Mandela for divorcing Winnie

I'm left struggling with this notion that working for a cause can mean sacrificing and betraying your family

Inevitable Farewells

I write about my experiences after a tenant on my caseload passed away.

30 years later…

I recently turned 30 and I felt compelled to write and share these reflections

my first week as a “social worker”

"It's still just a week though. I've barely got my toes wet. Not sure how long it'll take for me to feel like I can confidently say I'm a social worker. At this point, I'll admit I'm far too inexperienced."

trying to live up to my name

originally written on June 10, 2015 By the title of this post, I'm not referring to my American (and now my legal first) name "David" as that's a name my dad assigned me when I was 10 mostly because not many people could pronounce the name my dad decided on before I was even born,...

From 12th grade to BSW to MSW: my short reflection on the past nine years

originally written on May 14, 2015 The way I look at social work is that it's a profession about building and maintaining bridges between people and power- the power of resources and opportunities, of relationships, of resilience and creativity that may lay dormant within the people themselves. The past nine years for me has been...