Every generation has to take it’s turn and lead. For millennials, our time is nearly here. How will our grandchildren remember us?
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I made a difficult promise to my son, and it turned out to be a lesson on faith.
In hindsight, approaching organizational life - whether it’s in our family, marriage, our work, or our community groups - with the expectation that we’ll have conflict is so obviously a good idea. If we’re intentional, we can design conflict resolution into our routines and make our relationships and teams stronger because of it.
As it turns out, the antidote to “I can’t” need not be “Of course, I can, I’m the shit.” It can also be, “I have something special to contribute, just as everyone does. So I’m going to figure this out, even if it’s hard.”
“This is why, boys, if you are reading this I tell you that I love you, and some version of ‘be honest and kind’ at school drop off. It’s because it’s sacred duty we all must fulfill to live in a free and peaceful society.“
Who am I choosing to notice?
I am so grateful to Riley for teaching me to be a better father and person. He taught me about the slipper slope of control and abuse.
I want to remember that the goal of parenting is not avoiding my own sadness.
Please, God, let our children’s suffering be graceful instead of senseless.
Your Dada came here for a better life, full of prosperity. Today is a special day because we no longer have to doubt that we belong here.
We are lucky, my love, because even though we have to grapple with uncertainty we get to watch things grow.
High-performing Government is a conversation worth having.
Lightness is a blessing that we may be gifted on the long, arduous walk toward goodness.
A Jimmy Fallon Clip with Chadwick Boseman changed the way I think about role models.
We planned for how we would handle a Covid exposure (so we wouldn’t have to scramble when it happened).
One day our sons will grow out of their find-joy-in-all-places mindset, and it will be my fault.
Working moms have been pushing for better practices for some time, and I think it’s time for us join them in a big way.
The point here is not that I am cured of shouting (I’m not). The point is to share what happened after I started shouting less.
I didn’t hear what he said the first time. And then he clarified, with emphasis, from his stroller, clutching his water bottle.
We went and returned safely home.