When I think about 9/11, I remember the fliers. Thousands of fliers fluttering in the ash-coated breeze during the long nights and days and weeks after the dust had settled but the devastation was still settling in.
You might think that all foster parents are bad people. You might think that all foster parents are in it for the money. You might think that all foster parents don't care about the children in their homes. I am not that kind of foster parent.
When you are up to your wrists in a messy diaper change, trying to wipe poo off the lad's apricot when without warning he pees on you and himself, in a glorious arc that splashes into his own eyes, there is no discursive thought to escape into.
Like most parents out there, I still had many demands on my time and so many things to do. With a home to take care of, a family to feed, errands to run, and deadlines to meet, and an inkling of desire to do some things for myself as well, the one thing I promised I would never do became my default mode of operation.
There is so much hope in those who share their own stories of failures and obstacles, of resilience and healing. And I want to share these words, as well as a few words of my own, to help other people find the same hopefulness that I'm seeking, that I'm fighting for.
Put special emphasis and extra due diligence when hiring people. Make it a habit to spend the maximum amount of time discussing what drives people, what motivates them and if their life philosophy aligns with your organizations direction.
I don't have very many regrets - and this is not because I haven't made many mistakes. I've made plenty, far more than I can (or care to) count. And I...
I know, my fat little ball once, now a muscly little girl with the smoothest back, here we go. I think our symbiosis is over. I hated it, I loved it, I will never forget it. Now it's your turn, surprise me, make me feel a bit ashamed like that mother at the toilet did if you need to. For now I love all that you have become.
How do you know when it's time to end a life? As we wait and see how our 53-year old brother, Kevin, responds to his second brain surgery, this is the question looming above the scenarios offered by the neurosurgeon.
photo by Ryan McGuire at stocksnap.io I walked two blocks from my office door to the cafe. I ordered some oatmeal and a latte "to go" from the bari...
Since most of us cannot see beyond the immediate past and future, it takes a giant leap of faith to trust that fate is not against us. But if you at least be open to such an outlook, you'd find that your experience of disappointments drastically changes. You start feeling less victimized by circumstance and fear, and more inclined to follow the most constructive course of action.
It all starts on Sunday afternoon. That overwhelming sensation that the weekend is coming to an end, the ominous notion that Monday is just around the corner (again?!), the realization that all fun weekend-ey things are coming to a close. The feeling gets louder as the day progresses.
If you are a parent who is panicking about having an LGBT kid, take a deep breath. As you inhale, let all the panic and all the worries come roaring in. Then, as you exhale, set them all aside. It's time to do what your child needs you to do.
I've always been a vivid dreamer, both when I am asleep and when I am awake, and have always felt there to be a lot of meaning behind the dream state....
Summer is drawing to a close, which means children across the country will be lacing up new sneakers and sitting down in new desks for the start of another school year. Parents have enough to worry about when sending their young ones out into the world without them, but how much does the average parent know about protecting their child's identity?
Today's parents are devoted to their kids, there's no mistaking it. But the vast majority of these same parents are stressed at work and they're taking it home, and research shows that what's stressing kids the most is how stressed their parents have become.