In many ways, my little girl meets the definition of vulnerable. A not-yet-seven year old girl with Autism and ADHD. She’s no longer young enough for us parents to continue to be her shadow, following her every move and ready to catch her when she falls. She’s too capable to constantly have safety at arm’s length. Yet, with
I have a grudging admiration for people who live their life fearlessly. I even appreciate the feel of the word as it rolls off my tongue. As if by virtue of speaking the word ‘fearless’, I can taste the power associated with it. Confidence is an attribute I trip over by accident and generally it involves the needs of
I am slowly examining my relationship with perfectionism. What brought this issue to the forefront? First: I have children. Cleaning my house, washing finger prints (or paint or marker) off the walls is futile. The floors are never clean. I have a dog. Ditto the above, minus perhaps a little paint but throw in a decent
“Real Strength” is a new program launching out of Meriden that I am just tickled beyond words to be a part of. It is a violence prevention program aimed to reduce men’s violence through a mentorship model. Essentially, we’re challenging men to be introspective, and to see how the vast problem of violence against women and children is
I was 22 years old when I got the call, out of state on vacation. My high school friend and part-time boyfriend (it’s complicated) had committed suicide. Devastated isn’t the word. I was paralyzed. Truth be told, it wasn’t long before I checked into a hospital myself. As teenagers, there was a group of us
My wife often jokes with me about how childlike I can be. Usually she comments when something stops me in my tracks and I am suddenly spellbound. She thinks my sense of wonder is pretty cute, and I’m almost certain that is a compliment. I confess I choose to take it as one. I also
I made a mistake at my job. It’s true. I admit it. I was busy and running around trying to meet deadlines and my etiquette got sloppy. I made a mistake. Making mistakes for me is not unusual, but making them in a way that they have an impact before I can catch them and
This morning, the fates were with me to finally get in that “nice”, long run I’ve been trying to schedule. Between my life and mother nature, it’s been tough. But not today! The kids are at Gran’mama’s. I am off from work. The snow hasn’t started (that would change the second the door closed behind me).