March 29, 2020

As the reality of the pandemic started to become clear, I faded in and out of disbelief and primal fear. The mundane details of any given day coexisted with an existential anxiety that something big is happening out there and I’m not safe. My children aren’t safe. And,...

May 15, 2018

​​There are going to be times when the grown-ups aren't there. When there's no​​ obvious game or activity or rules. Like when you walk up to the bus stop when you're finally big enough to do it by yourself, and none of your usual friends are there. Or when you find you...

March 14, 2018

It’s one of those moments every parent must face at one point or another. You send them out into the world and hope your messages got through. You hope that you’ve helped shape this little human being’s character enough to act with integrity even when it’s hard. You ho...

January 3, 2018

Speaking up for yourself in a way that commands respect could be one of the most important social skills our children learn. Far too many adults still struggle with how to speak our truth without blowing our stacks or going along with something reluctantly only to regr...

October 7, 2017

"...as a lifetime humanitarian, whose pinnacle career moment was outside a pit latrine in a refugee camp in Rwanda, I hope for more from my kids’ service experience than bad jokes about “hairlines” and a mad dash for the candy. I mean no diss at all to the amazin...

June 25, 2017

Even in Africa, the worst part of traveling for work, wasn’t the arduous transportation or the power outages. It was saying “good-bye” to my kids. I’d tell my daughter that when we missed each other we would look up into the sky. I would blow a kiss into a cloud, and i...

April 7, 2017

I kissed my kids “good night”, walked into the living room and found out about the missile launches at Syria. Rising tension with North Korea, the decimation of the EPA... These days the innocence and hope of time with my children coexist precariously with an imminent...