2017: A Business Born?

365 days of trying to pull it off. That’s how I view 2017. This is the year where hard work could impact thousands of children. Or I can fail. Sure, there are in-betweens. But honestly, I think it’s pretty binary. We are going for it, making it harder in so many ways because if it…

5 Lessons, from a 365-Day Relationship with Liberia

This is the first of a series of posts through December looking back on my last year as the: Entrepreneurship Lab Architect; Just School Director; Liberia Country Director; Emerging Markets Product Platform Lead; and now Emerging Markets Director for Hampton Creek. I want to share 5 pieces of advice to my almost 23-year-old self just…

#ZeroHunger? The Dignity Model

A model to solve global food security based on dignity, not charity? What would it take? And most importantly, would it ever work? Or is it just some crazy idea discussed at universities and in the cafes of DC, Geneva, and London. Sure, nice thought, but really? That’s just not how international development works. The…

Coming Out of Autopilot

Do you know that feeling when you switch gears on a bike to make it harder to pedal, and you can go way faster? I feel like I have been on that easy gear for the last two months, leisurely pedaling away and making slow progress, but not learning or growing the way I do…

Holey Socks, Stability, and Other Such Things

Stability comes with it the opportunity to set up a life, to make a home someplace, to buy decent quality possessions. Yet, hear I am on the plane, my old surf t-shirt, $20 dress shoes with holes in the soles, and speaking of holes, you don’t want to know about my current sock and underwear…

A Liberian beating, in the name of LEC.

July 2nd. 12pm. The Matadi riverside community of Monrovia. A crowd. A white man with tattoos, an orange t-shirt, and a mop of graying hair. Two men handcuffed together. A set of burly Liberia National Police (LNP) officers. The burly officer smashes his baton into the back of the handcuffed man wearing a bright green…

My Community of Contrasts

The waves are my iPod, the setting sun my waypoint, the contrast of crumbling slums failing into the sea next to the expat apartment buildings secured behind barbed wire, my backdrop. Tonight, I feel back at home. Down the beach past where the eye can see, ocean waves crashing into my legs with each step….

A Day Off At 35,000ft

One leg of the journey back to San Francisco complete, with 8 and 16 hour flights still to go. Woah. That’s a whole day in the sky. Ours is a world where normal consists of being connected constantly, a world where the work day rarely finishes at 5pm. In this world, a day in the sky sounds pretty…

A Mountain Where Once Stood Greatness

The generator hums above the clouds. A brilliant morning. The wispy clouds roll over the mountain peaks. The sky shifting, much like the world around us, always changing, despite the occasional appearance of stillness. Here in the mountains where Guinea, Ivory Coast, and Liberia meet, the truck bed has become my preferred mode of transport….

I Get Comfortable. But Then, Go.

April, hello? You seem to be here early. I was waiting expectedly for your friends January, February, and March, but I looked down for a minute, and when I glanced back up, here you are – April. Three months have come and gone in 2016, and April, our time together is already halfway through. This…

Sex for an A+

Sex for an A+? Imagine if you during primary school or your child were faced with this question – every, single, day. Imagine children shoulder to shoulder in the dirt, a tarp overhead, listening to a teacher who themselves can barely write a full sentence. For those of you who have travelled, or maybe volunteered…

A Core Part of the Map, Finally, with Meaning

“Taylor, how was your holidays and time away?” It’s a question I have gotten multiple times in the recent weeks. I respond enthusiastically, “It was great! I went to Germany, Poland, Austria, Italy, and France, and then back to the United States, with a weekend up in Canada visiting my family.”  My go to response…