Shit

“Shit, another one?” That was my first reaction on Friday when I heard about the shooting at a Santa Fe high school. I was not shocked. I was angry. Sad. Fed up. Pissed off. Devastated. Anxious. Heartbroken. Fearful. Frustrated. Hopeless.…

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Happy Hustler’s Day

When I was 15-years-old, my father dropped me off for my first day of work at Aunt Emmie’s Ice Cream Shoppe. Before I got out of the car he made one thing clear. I had to hustle. Dad: Don’t let…

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Sorry, Not Sorry

When I bump into someone, I say, “I’m sorry.” Even if that someone was technically the real bumper. If I interrupt a blowhard in one of my meetings, I apologize. Even though that blowhard was probably due for an interruption,…

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Dear Meredith Vieira’s Mom

Dear Meredith Vieira’s Mom, I don’t know if this is a true story. But in my mind it is very real. I believe one day years ago, I heard your daughter, Meredith, tell the world something you taught her. It…

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To Kindergarten or Not to Kindergarten

In September 1983, I was 5-years-old. So I went to kindergarten. (Shout out to Mrs. DeRiso from St. Margaret’s Catholic School in Little Ferry, NJ.) My parents didn’t question whether I was ready. It never dawned on them that maybe…

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#momgry

I hate Legos. I hate the size of them. I hate the amount of them. And I hate all the times they have punctured the arch of my foot. But they keep Grady focused, on task and entertained. So I…

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Llaman

Living in Miami can be very challenging for those of us who don’t speak Spanish. For example, I need to register Annie Bea for kindergarten in the fall but I also need to fill out forms to have her transferred…

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XOXO

“Don’t be rude. Give your uncle a hug.” “Get back here and give Mr. Whatever a kiss.” “Did you say thank you and give Miss Lady a hug?” “Go give everyone a kiss and a hug goodnight.” I can still…

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Dear Teachers,

It’s been five days since a 19-year-old boy went on a shooting spree at a high school here in Florida. I’m tired. I’m sad. I’m sick. I’m heartbroken. And I’m torn. On one hand, I want to say the words…

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A Letter to a Mom

I just read a story about a woman who secretly delivered her baby in a bathroom stall at the Tucson International Airport. She left her baby boy on the changing table in the women’s room with a note that read,…

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