Noosh Bio of sorts
At about 10 years old, a Christmas gift of wrapped blocks of cheese on our house frying pan...To this day cheese is my favorite food.
Still have my sash from the 1978 ERA (Equal Rights Amendment) march on Washington.
“I chose you for the internship because you had 5 contact phone numbers on your resume,” said by the person who would become my first supervisor in the what would become my profession of 30+ years: HR Compensation.
A dream when we first met: I’m drowning, falling to the bottom of a body of water. My husband catching me, bringing me to the surface of the water, saving me; Greg’s still my soulmate.
“Holy cow! He is here to stay and I’m in charge of this precious human being!” my overwhelming thoughts a month after the birth of my first son: Nick
Coming home from the hospital after my 2nd son, Robert, had a life/death head injury and listening to the phone messages from family and friends, “What can I do?”, “How can I help”, “We are here for you”…..and then walking into the building for his Christmas show practice the next day and literally all of the teachers standing in the hall asking how he was doing. Truly humbling that so many cared so much. (Bobby – Rob - is 30 years old now.)
“You’re going to be one of those PTA moms,” stated the organizer of my first son’s kindergarten get-together. What a prophecy: I am a 20+ year volunteer holding over 30 positions in non-profit and government organizations.
“We have 2 more miles to go to the hotel,” I said as the navigator for our family for any of our trips. “Look up,” said my husband. I did and the awesomeness of the Grand Canyon spread itself before my eyes.
A crazy, crazy, stressed day at work and then walking on a beach and literally feeling the tension and strain drain out of me and mix with the waves to be taken away. Noticing treasures – sea shells and how each wave changed the bounty. (To this day treasure hunting for sea shells on a beach is one of the best things I like to do!)
Coming back into my parent’s house after my father’s funeral and my feelings of absolute sadness and despair as I saw his favorite book on the table – he didn’t take it with him – he always had that book available to read and quote – he’s really gone.