Who is Naomi?

I received an email yesterday, or I should say a challenge, and I love it. I realized, outside of my network the only thing our community really knows about me is what they see on my website and social media, and there’s something missing … the personal piece. I will copy the email below and answer the questions she presented, I may even go a little further.

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I was born in Twin Falls, Idaho in 1981 (that makes me 36) to my parents Michael and Christine who were almost 30 at the time. We bumped around quite a bit, we actually lived up on the bench here in Boise when I was two, went from living in houses we couldn’t afford to trailers that we could. My parents divorced when I was twelve and my dad took us to live back in my birthplace of Twin Falls. I spent a few years with him and my siblings before moving in with my mother in Encinitas, California during high school. My brother came with me, my sister stayed behind raising her first child at 17 years old. I graduated from San Dieguito High School Academy in 1999, and of course, I walked my proud steps to “1999” by Prince. My favorite part about high school was that I could play my guitar in the outdoor hallways and the Santa Ana winds that would bring the smell of the ocean through campus.

To save you the boring details of moving around a bit I will flash forward to Boise State Campus in 2011. This was around the time when I was desperately adding 101 courses to my schedule, trying to learn who I wanted to become, to acquire and compose pieces of my future identity, and this is when I landed in Social Work 101. It was the Code of Ethics that exposed the very natural fit. It wasn’t a matter of learning about who I was going to be as a professional, it was more a matter of finding a course that fits my beliefs as a human being. I found my profession in Social Work.

I couldn’t stop at my Bachelor’s degree, I wanted to learn more. After spending two semesters at the Women and Children’s Alliance offering case management and crisis services to victims of domestic violence and graduating in 2013 with my BSW, I went straight into the graduate program.  I was fortunate enough to land a position as an intern at the Department of Veteran’s Affairs which I had to fight for (funny story for another time), two years later I was hired permanently- only a couple months after I graduated. I was the first person in my family to graduate from college, I was proud. That education, the diplomas on the wall, they were mine, and coming from a very poor background … they weren’t easy to come by.

It was the systems work, in graduate school, that I fell in love with. We learned about how society plays a role in the issues that trickle down and disguise themselves as individual issues. That much like preventative medicine, we can change how and what we provide for our community members as a society resulting in changed statistics when it comes to homelessness, early pregnancy, and unemployment to name a few. Unfortunately, and they even told us this in school, you aren’t going to find too many of those macro-level positions in the social work field. They are out there, just hard to come by.

After graduating I found the space to finally volunteer as often as I would like. My weeknights and weekends were finally mine! Rolling into the 2016 presidential elections I found my calling, at least for that summer. I spent around six months ensuring that we had people active in our community. Phone banks, voter education, debate and town hall watch parties, caucus turn-out, etc. It was AMAZING, and if felt so good to be active when we had so many terrible people running for president. It was devastating to watch the events unfold leading up to November. I attended both the state and national conventions as a delegate, but no matter how invested each of us were in that race election night hit many of us like a ton of bricks. I felt like a zombie the day after election, and looking back after all that has been undone by our President, my feelings were absolutely appropriate.

During my recovery from the election, I joined a handful of grassroots organizations that originated as a result / response to the election, my favorite being a group called Idaho Organizing Project. We began as a safe space for people to share harassment they had witnessed or been victim to … but we were such a large group that naturally we transformed into an action group. We are the group that organized the Airport Protest in response to the Muslim ban. We also continually organize citizenship days. In the first 100 days after the election, we set up two citizenship days resulting in 100 individual that were eligible for citizenship apply for citizenship with financial assistance.

Alongside the desire to be active amongst my fellow organizers and furthermore on a national level was this movement to get progressive individuals into office. I loved the concept and for me it was not a new issue. My problem with politics historically has been that the people in power are not representative of the people they serve. We have wealthy individuals making decisions that have terrible consequences for the underserved. I was asked to run for local office on a number of occasions but was limited by the Hatch Act, a rule put in place to keep partisan politicians from wearing more than one hat when working for the government. Then one day it was suggested I run for city council here in Boise. I did my research and found that I could work for the VA and run for city council because despite how it seems from the public’s perspective city council positions are non-partisan. The role of city council members was the perfect fit for my background in systems work and my desire have better representation for our demographic here in Boise, I took the challenge!

You can look back at my blogs to learn more about how THIS race has been but my hope is that you have a clearer picture of who I am as an individual and who I am at heart. One last thing that seems to be a tricky topic for most is my marital status, I will start by saying it’s not a tricky topic for me.

We had a forum recently at the library, it was well attended and put on by the League of Women Voters. Before it started, the spouse of another candidate came up to me and asked me why I didn’t have spousal support at the forums. I forget sometimes living in my own little progressive bubble what society expects of me. I am not married, I look forward to being married if that is what’s in the cards but feel no pressure to make it a priority. I also don’t have children, I look forward to having children if that’s what’s in the cards but I am not consumed by the pressure to do so. Despite these two facts, I am happy, and I am healthy. So there are your juicy details.

I am an open book, my co-worker says that part of me may not be good as a politician and to that I say – I am not a politician, I am an advocate!

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A Day W/ Campaign Na

It’s not just picking up, we are IN THIS! The momentum has been building and today we really felt how it feels to be running a campaign in the last two weeks of the race! It all started at headquarters…

Wait let’s back up. Let’s make this more of a thank you…

Addie and Joseph, Eleanor, Kevin, Emily, Annie, Maria, Kris, Sam, Yara, Jen, Jean, Anthony, Annie – these are the folks that helped today run smoothly.

Addie and Joseph offered their house (I took it upon myself to deck it out):

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Eleanor showed up just when I needed a good friend and just as headquarters opened, ready to learn how to text from her computer – Eleanor gives our campaign many hours every week from home and at our events, thank you, Eli!

Kevin brought me homemade Posole and my stapler at last minute request because he is the best neighbor.

Emily sent me pics of my dogs because she’s sweet enough to offer love to them while I am out being crazy campaign candidate, thank you, Em!

Annie learned how to google text today too, but my big thank you to her was her most recent offering of tough love – it was WELL needed.

Maria stuffed envelopes today without shame during a very formal event (non-campaign related) – I LOVE MY VOLUNTEERS!

And then there’s Kris … oh, Kris. You save me, I swear to god. Kris printed off thousands of pages for me today, learned I messed up, and then rolled with it. She created events, she managed my finances, she offered important advice and then waited for me to re-finalize maps again and headed to the print shop just before they closed. Kris is the hero of my day.
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My good friend and righteous volunteer Sam spent the entire day working on my campaign. She dropped 100 pieces of literature then came to headquarters to help me with social media! She is encouraging, sweet, and a serious super volunteer. Sam! Thank you!

Yara and Jen made sure we were all squared away for tomorrow’s door knocking brunch – as if they have all the free time in the world.

Jean and Anthony wrote letters to the editor – yes, folks, this all happened today!

And lastly, my most bestest friend Annie offered me feedback from an English master’s perspective.

I am tired. And I bet they are too. That is why this blog is so important for me to squeeze in before I call it a night. 14 hours worth of work today, and I was not even a tiny bit alone.

This campaign is DOING it. See you in the morning.

What you do for me …

Within the last week, I found out that CVI and Planned Parenthood endorsed my opponent, two endorsements that seemed … well, just wrong. I am learning SO many things about how the sausage gets made.*

The endorsements stung, briefly, but I kept trucking. Lately, it’s been tough to get volunteers to show up. Today, I hosted a phone bank … it was difficult because I had been busy campaigning all day and I had to rush a little. I promoted it to death, offered snacks, prizes, even beer. And while all of my other phone banks have been successful, not a soul showed up until about halfway through. Either way, I didn’t mind today. Luckily, I was feeling strong and encouraged. I put Beyonce on and sang while I stuffed envelopes and eventually Maria showed up and we started working as a team. (Love you, Mrs. Le) But, I think the reason I can roll through seemingly “bad” weeks is that of what is going well – all the many many things that are going well.

I think of what all of my volunteers, my friends, and family, have sacrificed up to this point. Printing, Calling, texting, giving me advice, loving me, supporting me, believing in me, picking up stamps, delegating yard signs, editing my everything, patting my back, lifting me up, carrying me forward, squeezing me in wherever possible, making themselves vulnerable on the phones and at doors, hugging me, emailing between work and picking the kids up, organizing my docs, writing checks for me, responding quickly to asks, telling friends about me, telling strangers about me, making meals for me, and so much more. I have never felt so supported. Thank you, team, and thank you supporters. We are kicking some serious ass – and taking names.

*Not my term, but not sure whose it is, haha!