Swati Singh
Swati Singh
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Swati Singh
What's good? 👊🏽

What's good? 👊🏽

I'm a social entrepreneur working at the intersection of youth and workforce development in various capacities – as a nonprofit leader, public ed consultant, small food business owner ☕️, and coach to other social impact professionals.

I am extremely mission-driven and believe that continuously manufacturing discomfort is essential to being a change agent. I'm also "local-first" and deeply committed to my change work taking place in my home community in the IE.

Food often shows up in my writing and work. I was born into the business and have worked in back-of-the-house environments throughout my life. How food, work, people, and stories collide is a narrative interest of mine.

Writing helps me navigate a myriad of roles and identities – past, present, public, and private – to discover unique points of connection and avenues for impact.

Feel free to poke around and reach out, and subscribe to my newsletter, Somethingburger, to receive fresh thoughts and interesting links.

Swati's Blog

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Letting the Oil Run Off
Family

Letting the Oil Run Off

When we sold the food business my parents started in the early 1980s a few years ago, I was deeply concerned it would kill my father. That’s because it was the truest expression of his undivided self.
Stand on Purpose
America

Stand on Purpose

Standing on purpose and grief are one and the same. Those of us working in the trenches in our communities experience these in tandem, knowing that the blessing of purpose and the curse of grief are tightly interwoven.
Suffering as Grace
Health

Suffering as Grace

Something I’m really grateful for, which having this eye condition taught me, is that when your body sends a distress signal, you need to stop and slow down against all conditioning.
I was such an asshole.
Family

I was such an asshole.

Sometimes I randomly apologize to my mother for being a little shit and it makes her emotional, which confirms that I have indeed been, or still am, a little shit.
The Backyard at Longview
Memoir

The Backyard at Longview

In my silent picture memories out back in the old house at Longview, a few places stand out. The window above the sink overlooking the backyard. A walnut tree. An ornate altar to the Virgin Mary.
Watermelon Girls
Memoir

Watermelon Girls

Justin Timberlake's recent run-ins with the law reminded of the watermelon girls who shared a table with me in art class. We had nothing in common, but a semester is long enough to forge lasting memories.
Ode to a Creep
Family

Ode to a Creep

I credit my sister for all of our major family trips. While my parents and I are very dynamic people, we’re also a bunch of stick-in-the-mud homebodies. A recent excursion reminded me of a funny time we had together.

My Library

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The Dry Season: A Memoir of Pleasure in a Year Without Sex
Melissa Febos

The Dry Season: A Memoir of Pleasure in a Year Without Sex

"I hoped that in the short term, giving up sex would free me from the preoccupations of love and romance. Even as a single woman with no children, I craved time. I wanted more time to write, to dance, to think, to sleep, to read, to meditate, to exercise."
Things Become Other Things
Craig Mod

Things Become Other Things

"Walking memoir" doesn't do this beautiful book justice. It is really about the inner roads we all travel to find peace with how life, places, and relationships have jostled us around, have betrayed and enriched us, and how deep presence allows us to make sense of it all.