Love More, Judge Less
Content warning: Abuse and sexual violence During my marriage of over 10 years I remember feeling so confused all the time. My partner would go from loving, to grumpy, to emotionally removed, and then would blow up at me in arguments like I’d never had before. He’d tell me that I wasn’t a good person
I met Bob the summer that Violet was born. By this time, we had lived in our house for 6 years and I had walked past Bob’s house – a remarkable, purple-pink cape rimmed by a sea of day lilies – countless times on my way to our neighborhood park. But we didn’t meet until
Today, I officially become the age where I now round up to half a century. How crazy is that? It sounds so old. I don’t feel old. I still feel so clueless, so much of the time. Yet here I am, muddling through. The physical signs are wild enough. I am starting to get a few
Today I had the honor of attending the bill signing for Connecticut’s new paid family leave law. In what feels like a past life (but is really just a past job), I co-chaired the Campaign for Paid Family Leave with my dear friend Catherine. Being part of that campaign is one of the highlights of
Do you ever come across a meme or graphic in your social feeds and it just kind of knocks the wind out of you? Something that speaks so much truth to you that you let out a little gasp? When I saw the following image while scrolling my Instagram feed it really hit home. And
A few weeks ago I somehow found a new support group for families with a special needs child. I can’t even begin to remember what I searched or what Facebook recommended to me – but for once the recommendation was spot on. I found it – I found “home”. I belong to several support groups
It was a quintessential American moment. My son and his classmates filed into their high school gymnasium as the school band played “Pomp and Circumstance.” I quickly spotted my son among the sea of red caps and gowns. I’d recognize his familiar gait anywhere. I was overcome with so many emotions at once.
As we move into a competitive summer 12u baseball season, I went back and read my lessons from two (2) years ago here. First of all, I must humbly admit that we haven’t mastered anything we learned during the summer of 2017. But we are constantly reminding ourselves of how to be better, while helping
As an educator I am lucky enough to have the summer off from work. When my kids were younger I worked summer school since our daycare bill was crushing and summer pay was a way to catch up on some expenses. Five years ago I finally said “no” to summer school and I’ve never looked
I have worked in my current high school for the last 9 years of my adult life. Minus obtaining my Master’s Degree, everything I have done in my adult life has happened while working there. I got engaged the year I started, married the year after, had a child, bought a home, had a second
