Donald Trump Isn’t ‘Crazy’ — Why We All Need To Stop Name-Calling

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My cousin Patrick Kennedy, a mental health advocate, wrote an op-ed this week asking people to stop calling Donald Trump “crazy.”

He said that using that word, “crazy,” in our public discourse demeans those who suffer from real mental health issues and further discourages them from seeking help. He’s so right. Words matter. They hurt, they demean, and their effects can last a lifetime.

Who among us hasn’t been stung by someone disparaging our bodies, or our minds, or our emotional state? I know I have. In fact, I know so many who have been called “crazy” and then adopt the description for themselves, about themselves. The title sticks with people. Effects people. Impacts people. 

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Mental health is no laughing matter. Neither is name-calling.

This election cycle has brought out the worst in many of us. I often see and hear people laughing at Trump/s latest verbal outburst. They mimic and repeat him, and before you know it, it’s acceptable. Patrick’s article made me stop and think deeply about name calling and particularly about calling anyone “crazy.”

So, go ahead and disagree with any of the Presidential candidates on all the policy matters you believe or don’t believe in, but let’s all refrain from the “crazy” word. Not just when it comes to our politics, but most importantly, in our personal relationships — where calling someone we love (or used to love) “crazy” could have devastating consequences to their mental, emotional and/or physical health.

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I know many amazing women, and even some men, who have been called that in their lives, and it’s stuck with them. I’m sure if you’ve ever experienced it, its stuck with you too.

When you’re tempted to put down or criticize another, remember one of my favorite quotes:  

Be kind.

The last thing anyone needs is to have their mental health disparaged. That’s what I’m thinking about, what about you?

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The Power of Empathy


Whew, what a week!

I don’t know about you, but I heard a lot of talking — loud talking — about dumping people, forcing change, embracing change. I heard a lot of back-and-forth about sexual harassment and powerful women. I heard about Wikileaks, gold star parents, demands for apologies and babies.Yes, babies.

But what stayed with me and got me thinking were the words of Mr. Khizr Khan, the father of Captain Humayun Khan who rocked the Democratic National Convention and went on to find himself embroiled in a duel of words with the Republican nominee. What struck me most about him, what stayed with me, was his emphasis on the trait of empathy.


It was a trait he said admired in his own son and it was a trait he was asking others to exhibit. Over the years I’ve thought a lot about empathy. Who has it, who doesn’t? Are you born with it? Can it be taught (studies show it can)?

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During this volatile political season I think a conversation about empathy is a good one for all of us to have — in our homes, in our workplaces and, most importantly, with ourselves. Mr Khan said repeatedly in the interview I watched that he wasn’t looking for an apology from any one person, he was simply looking for empathy.

Empathy is different from sympathy. Different from tolerance or even compassion. Empathy is the ability to share someone else’s feelings. Feeling that you can understand another person’s experiences. In short: To walk in their shoes.

I’ve often written about my own desire to help build a more caring, compassionate, collaborative world. But I’ve been thinking: To get there we first need to talk about, and yes exhibit, empathy. Or, we won’t be able to make our way to the world I’m envisioning. 

I have tremendous empathy for Mr. and Mrs. Khan. What they went through, and even what they are going through in this election free-for-all. I also have empathy for all those who are terrified of the change they see unfolding in front of their very eyes. Fear is the underlying emotion behind rage, bullying, lashing out. Fear and powerlessness: Those two things make us all do and say things we might some day come to regret.

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Change is hard, change is scary, but one thing I’ve learned in life is when all is said and done, change is a constant — you can’t stop it so you’d better learn how to embrace it or you are going to be one highly-anxious, scary, angry person. Our country has changed, and will continue to do so, on a daily basis. Families have changed, business have changed, men and women’s roles and outlooks have changed, Democrats have changed and, yes, so have Republicans. 

We are not going back. So the question for each of us is: How do we move forward? How do we embrace change? How do we have empathy for those around us who are frightened, confused, angry? How do we move forward with empathy for one another? It is the most important human characteristic we need to help us move humanity forward together.

So this week, may we turn down the rhetoric, turn down the volume. May we think about the empathy Mr. Khan implored us all to find in ourselves. May we find it, share it and pass it forward.

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Stop Going Low and Stay Focused on the High Road

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History was made last week.

One of the biggest glass ceilings in our nation was shattered. I hope you take a moment to let that sink in. Because it’s not everyday that you get to see what we saw this past week. In fact, I’ve waited my whole life and my mother never lived to see something she talked about her whole life. So, regardless of your political affiliation, it’s worth taking note of it and honoring it for what it is: A historic moment!

It happened because of grit, determination, perseverance, drive, smarts, hard hard work — years of it — and lots of people coming together to make it happen. In fact, that’s what it takes to get anything great done in life, whether you are a man or (and especially) if you are a woman.

That’s an important lesson to pass onto our children and to remember ourselves: Grit, determination, perseverance and hard work.

For me, as a woman, a mother and someone who works for gender equality, this was an inspiring week. But I’m also aware that millions of Americans didn’t tune into the Democratic National Convention. They didn’t tune in to hear, see, much less to celebrate, this historic milestone. They didn’t tune in because they are already tuned out.

Here’s what they missed: They missed the nation’s first woman nominee of a major party tell the nation — in a speech that laid out all of her actual plans to lead the country if elected — “don’t let anyone tell you that our country is weak. We’re not. Don’t let anyone tell you we don’t have what it takes. We do.”

They missed our nation’s current First Lady give a powerful speech about staying on the high ground when others try to take you to the low ground.

They missed a band of mothers talk about how they continue to mother their children who were lost to violence in our country.

They missed our President remind us that democracy is not a spectators sport and that we can all get into the arena.

They missed an American Muslim father share his and his family’s deep patriotism and the ultimate sacrifice they made for our country.

They missed a former big city mayor, whose been a democrat, a republican, and is now an independent, appeal to independents.

They missed Tim Kaine speak in English, then Spanish. And, thank God, he even mentioned Alzheimer’s.

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They also missed stories of personal change, of heroism, perseverance and duty. They missed a glimpse into the hearts of people who believe we already live in the greatest nation on earth and they missed a glimpse into the ideas about how to make it greater.

Politics is one of the toughest, roughest business’ on the planet. After two weeks of back-to-back conventions, I’m doubtful that many hearts or minds were changed by what was said or what was heard. And that is a shame. In fact, after I watched speeches from both sides, I was struck by the immediate negative spin put out by the other side.

And so I sit here and reflect, yet again, about what can bridge this deep divide. Is there a speech that could do it? An idea that could do it? A person who could do it? I wish I could say yes, but I’m afraid the next few months will be divisive, ugly and mean-spirited, not united, progressive and open-minded. 

So what are we to do? What can each of us do?

Last Sunday I wrote about ending the blame game that seems to be at the heart of our division. My brother responded by saying that we need to go beyond what I’d written.

Actually, I want to share his words verbatim: “I would even go further: whenever we are divided in any way — from our friends, from ourselves, our first tendency seems always to blame. But the experience of division and tension is always first about ourselves. So learning not to blame isn’t just crucial for our country; it’s also the root of healing in all our relationships.”

He’s right! We can’t heal our politics until we heal our own hearts and minds. We may not be able to heal our societal rifts but  we can be responsible for healing ourselves. We can heal any divisions in our own lives, in our own families, and work out from there.

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The truth is, if we feel healed, if we feel complete, if we aren’t harboring rage and anger ourselves, then we won’t lash out at someone from another party with a different viewpoint. We might even find ourselves trying to common ground. I know that’s what I’ve been trying to do. Because neither party has it 100 percent right. All of us need to compromise, need to listen, need to be more open. Only then will we be able to stop judging others’ choices. Stop judging who shouldn’t be in our great country. 

Stop going low and stay focused on the high road. It is, after all, the only road that in the end will lead us towards being what we profess to be: the greatest country in the world, The UNITED States of America.

Get in the arena! I’ll meet you there. 

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To Unite Our Country, We Must End the Blame Game

Maria Shriver Ive Been Thinking

What an interesting week!

It’s fascinating to watch the political conventions from one’s own living room. It’s a window into a party that few are invited to; a window into a part of our country that one doesn’t always get to see every day. 

And that’s good. It’s good to see every slice of this country. It’s important to hear and see who AMERICA is in 2016.

As I’ve said, I think it’s important to listen to people: People you might not agree with; people who have different opinions from you; people who have very different takes on what is happening in our country, to our country, and who’s to blame for it all.

And so my summer of listening continues. 

What did I learn from watching the Republican convention? A lot of things. 

I learned there is a lot of blame out there, a lot of anger out there, a lot of frustration, a lot of yearning for days gone by, and a lot of fear. 

Throughout my life, I’ve known a lot of Republicans–some I’ve liked, some I’ve loved, and some I didn’t get along with at all. (In all honesty, I could say the same about Democrats). And while I may have been raised to see Republicans as the “opponent,” I no longer do. 

Because I’ve worked alongside men and women who have an “R” next to their name. I’ve met many Republicans who are bright, compassionate, forward-thinking, and devoted to country. 

I’ve long believed that it’s easy to demonize “the other party,” but I’ve learned it’s wrong to do so. It accomplishes nothing. It’s overly simplistic, superficial, and sad. 

And this convention actually did make me sad, because it was so much about blame. 

It didn’t feel aspirational to me at all. It didn’t feel hopeful. It didn’t feel forward-thinking. It didn’t feel deep or thoughtful. It wasn’t representative of many Republicans I’ve met. And that to me is a shame and a huge missed opportunity.

I hope next week’s Democratic convention will be less about finger-pointing and name-calling. I hope it will be more about what is great about our country and what can be even greater. I hope it will be uplifting and innovative.

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Which brings to mind what an inspiring coach once told me. He said that the key to winning and bringing a team together is not to talk about the other team or the other person. He said the secret is to talk about your hopes, your thoughts, your strengths, your ideas… 

I believe in politics, and in life, it’s important to be hopeful, to be aspirational. That doesn’t mean you’re naive or in denial. To me, it means you’re challenging the status quo and imagining what can be. 

As I’ve written before, I think we want and need leaders to call on people’s greatness, call on people to join something in a quest that’s bigger than all of us.

Because our country is bigger than all of us, and it can only be greater if all of us find some way to serve it, if all of us find some way to use our own voice to help it heal and unite it. If my experiences in life have taught me anything, it’s that any time you ask someone else to be your voice, you give your power away. 

So this coming week, I’m going to watch the Democratic convention with my kids as I did this past week. We will witness history get made. Regardless of your politics, that’s a historic milestone that anyone who is interested in gender equality should celebrate. I know I will, and I do.

But what I really am hoping for is that my children and I will also get to hear an “invitation” that will call us to be a part of our great country, regardless of our political leanings or our gender.

We are a country divided. We all know that. We can all see that. We can all feel that. We all want to live in a safe and secure country where the American dream can be realized by anyone and everyone. The best way to become a country united seems to be to stop the blame-shame game and start the you-are-invited-to-join-us game.

It’s the only one that will help America “win” and win big. 


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The Power of Listening


Today is a new day. May we all take a moment to pause take a deep breath and move forward with the knowledge that this moment is all we have

I wrote last week about questions and answers. How I had more questions about what was happening in our country than I did answers. I wrote that I wanted to spend the week listening. Listening to friends, listening to strangers, listening to myself. 

And so I did. 

I listened to my friend tell me about the guy who cuts his hair and how angry he was that so few people understood his experience of being a young black man in the United States of America. My friend was shocked at what was simmering underneath the man he thought he knew so well. I listened to another friend whisper about the loneliness, the anxiety and the pressure of her experience as the provider/caretaker for a big extended family. I had no idea. I listened to another talk quietly about how hard it is to grow old in a society that only seems to value youth. I listened to another rail about the state of our politics and scream about the lack of leaders and leadership and everyone’s apathy. 

I listened.

I listened when a well-known actress stepped forward and out of pain and exasperation said she was fed up. Fed up and exhausted with her body being shamed and her womanhood being questioned because she wasn’t a mother. I listened when my daughter Katherine shared what she’d listened to on her Road to Real tour: How hard the average American’s daily life isI listened to our President when he spoke in Dallas…he challenged us to open our hearts and think less about which side of the debate we are on and more about how we can unite the sides. 

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I listened. And I’m not even sharing the half of what I heard. If I did, it would take you until next Sunday to finish this column.

Everywhere I look we are inundated with news and information about how terrible everything is. We are segregated and divided: By language, by color, by gender, by politics, by zip codes, by technology, by media, by income levels, by age. And yet simultaneously, we are all seeking connection, all seeking some common experience. An experience where we can hear another person say “I hear you.” “I understand.” Or, “Me too.” “You are not alone.” 

I’ve learned this myself while listening when I’m mothering, when I’m reporting, when I’m working with women and with families struggling with Alzheimer’s. When I’ve listened long enough to any of the people I’ve met, or a person I’ve loved, I’ve always found commonality. I’ve always come away thinking ‘We have so much more in common than we think we do. If only we could let down our facades and share our truths.’

In my week of listening, I also listened to myself and I shared what I heard. It’s something I don’t often do.

I shared that I too, often felt disconnected, scared or anxious. That I too, often felt alone in my life experience. I fully understand that my life experience is nothing like the young black man who cuts my friend’s hair — nor any black person’s life experience for that matter. I want and need to do better at understanding that deep divide. I understand that my life experience is nothing like a white man’s or a Latino person’s or a transgender person’s. I need and want to do better understanding what that’s really like.

In fact, my life experience is unlike anyone else’s. And guess what? So is yours!

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But what we all share, I believe, is a desire to be understood, to be seen, to matter, to belong. As ourselves, not as our race, or who we may be married to, or what family, religion or group we belong to. We all share a common experience in our humanity. We all fundamentally want someone to listen to us. Listen deeply to who we really are, what we feel, what we are scared of.

I know it’s hard to pause in our daily lives. It’s hard to be quiet and hard to listen. It’s hard to take in other people’s pain, frustration, anger and loneliness without internalizing, feeling attacked or letting our judgements get the best of us. But when you do listen deeply, you realize while our experiences are vastly different, our hearts and desires are not.

At this time, at this moment, I believe we all want leaders who bring us together. Not just with words, but with experiences and actions. We want leaders to listen. To be brave enough to share back so we can get a glimpse into their own humanity, into their own struggles and fears. That’s the beginning of connection, of trust.

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At this time in our country and our world, what we want and need are leaders to ask us to put our own individual greatness to use. Because we all have greatness within us. What is needed, is for each of us to step forward and offer our own best selves to the world. In our homes, in our schools, in our communities.

These next two weeks of political conventions will challenge many of us. Many will want to scream, protest, judge, even espouse hate.

Let us imagine another way. Imagine if we made a commitment to listen with open minds and open hearts to find the common thread. Imagine. We just might begin to hear some answers. And they might not come from a podium or out of the computer. They might just be right inside of you. Listen.

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Everywhere I Look There are Questions


Like youthere is a lot that we do not understand, and at this pointlike you, I am demanding answers.

Those are the words of the Baton Rouge police chief about the murder of Alton Sterling in Baton Rouge this week. His words struck me.

“Like you, there is a lot that we do not understand.”

His words captured my feelings about this tragic event and the one that followed in Minneapolis with Philando Castile; and the one that followed in Dallas where five officers; Brent Thompson, Patrick Zamarripa, Michael Krol, Lorne Ahrens and Michael Smith; were killed; and so many other things that transpired this week (or this year, or this decade, or the decades before that). There is so much that so many of us don’t understand, and sadly, the answers that come don’t seem to make it better.

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As I watched Alton Sterling’s teenage son break down in uncontrollable grief at his mother’s press conference I thought, ‘What answer will heal his pain?’ As I watched the protests on TV and the widening racial divide in our country I wondered, ‘What answers could possibly bring us together?’

Questions. Questions. Everywhere I looked there were, and are, questions. About guns, about black lives, about police officers, about our candidates for President. And ultimately they lead to questions to ourselves about ourselves.

Do black lives matter? Why does this seem to keep happening? What’s at the root of it? What can we do?

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Our answers to these questions, and really all questions, can further the divide or can begin to close it. 

There are times in life when answers aren’t what we need. We just need to listen. Listen without judgement. Listen to the wails, listen to the fear. Listen to the divide. Sometimes when someone is screaming for answers they are really screaming to be heard, to be acknowledged, to be understood. Sometimes there are no answers to our questions large and small. Sometimes demanding answers won’t get us the answers we need.

One week after our nation’s birthday where we celebrated our freedom and our “storied unity,” may we all ask ourselves: how can we do better. How can we use our voices to unite instead of to incite. How can we all be better listeners, better neighbors, better citizens.

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At times like this I think of this prayer Mother Teresa (who will be canonized in two months’ time) had on the wall of her children’s home in Calcutta, almost always attributed to her but actually written by Kent M. Keith. It’s the only answer I can come up with when no answers will do.


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What Does It Mean to Be Free?


Happy birthday AMERICA!!!!

I want to reflect today on America. I feel so blessed to be an American. I am so grateful to all those who fought to make this country what it is and who continue to do so. Men and women who fought with their words, their bodies, their minds, their spirits. They had faith in this country and in one another.

Throughout this election season we have heard from everyone running about what needs to be better, what needs to be fixed, what wounds we need to heal, what divisions we need to lessen. 

But on this weekend, I want to pause and and turn down the volume on what’s wrong and turn up the volume on the idea of freedom that this country was built upon. The freedom it still offers and the hope it still promises.

America is great.

The idea of it is great and so is the spirit of it. So on this holiday weekend amidst the fireworks, the barbecues, the parades, may we all take a moment to reflect on the concept of freedom.

What does that mean to each of us? What does that feel like to each of us?

Freedom; America.

That’s what we are celebrating this weekend. Her greatness: past, present and future.

Happy birthday America! I’m proud to be one of your children. To that effect, we have all heard so much lately about the Broadway phenomenon Hamilton written by the extraordinary talent Lin Manuel Miranda. Hamilton was one of our founding fathers who fought, thought and wrote so eloquently about our country, its promise and the price of freedom. As we celebrate America and freedom this day and this weekend, I leave you with his words:

Legacy. What is a legacy?

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see

I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me

You let me make a difference

A place where even orphan immigrants

Can leave their fingerprints and rise up

I’m running out of time. I’m running, and my time’s up

Wise up. Eyes up.

America you are indeed a great unfinished symphony. We all are called to leave our fingerprints on you. What an opportunity, what a gift. We are all as Miranda wrote and his character Hamilton says, “Free to take our shot” at creating our legacy here in the land of the free and the brave. Now that’s freedom!! Lucky us!

Happy birthday AMERICA may you have one hell of a new year of life. 

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When Is It Time to Move On?


As I watched the many funerals this past week in Orlando and listened to what family members said about those they loved and lost, I thought about their grief, their loss, their trauma and I also thought about how they will each individually and collectively move on.

When you are in the midst of grief it’s almost impossible to think about “moving on.” In fact, it feels almost disrespectful to do so. But slowly people, even well-intentioned ones, will start saying, “You know, you really should move on. It’s the only way to heal. It’s the only way forward.”

Moving on.

It’s another one of those expressions people toss around that is way harder to do than to say. When a loved one dies, when a chapter closes, when a job ends, when a campaign ends, a kid moves away…We are all told to just “move on.”

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My mother used to say, “Move along, move along, just hurry up and move along.” It was, I think, her way of not dwelling, not getting stuck. I’m sure it was also her way of staying one step ahead of all those emotions we are all trying to keep under control and under wraps.

I get it. But I, for one, don’t like it when someone tells me to move on (or by the way to relax, or to not eat this or that, or to just stop worrying… maybe I just don’t like it when someone tells me what to do!).

Of course I smile when someone tells me to move on regarding all sorts of things, but inside I’m screaming back, ‘Hello! I would if I could but I can’t so stop telling me to.’

Breathe Maria, breathe.

The truth is moving on comes with time and everyone has their own pace. Rushing moving on isn’t healthy, it’s not fair and it’s not kind. 

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So, If you haven’t moved on from the loss of someone you love, it’s okay. Be gentle with yourself. If you haven’t moved on from that job you loved and lost, that’s ok too. If you haven’t moved on from that fight with your best friend, take your time, it’s okay. You will. Because sometimes moving on is actually the exact wrong thing to do, as Representative John Lewis and other Democratic members of The House demonstrated this past week. The Senate told them to “move on” but instead they said no way and they sat down. They said, after all the deaths by guns lately, moving on is the wrong thing to do. We need changes and we’re not moving until we get them. And then across the ocean, the British said the exact opposite when they voted to move on from the European Union. It was a move felt round the world.

So this week as I’m thinking about all of these people my message — first and foremost to the families and friends of the Orlando victims, and to anyone getting over something in their lives — is this: take your time. Move on when you are ready and move on only when YOU want to. 

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Because you will eventually move on and you will move forward. You will find your way. One day, without even realizing it, you will notice that you feel a little lighter, you’re thinking will be a little brighter. You will see your life and the endless possibilities of it in a new, clearer way. Things will just open up. Light will come in and you will wake up. Without even realizing it, you will have moved on in exactly the right way for you.

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This Week Instead of Thinking, I’m Focusing on Love


Some weeks it’s hard to know exactly what to think.

Ones heart and mind can bounce from anger to grief to confusion to sadness to hope all at once leaving you somewhat at a loss as to what to say, think or write. What can one say after reading the stories that have come out of Orlando? Stories of horror are mixed in with stories of heroism, gratitude and love. What can one say when one sees the images of thousands gathering to pay their respects in Orlando and all over the world? Standing in solidarity with the LGBTQ community, with women, men, fathers, mothers, daughters and sons.

Witnessing the outpouring of love and courage we saw this week gives me so much hope. But that has been juxtaposed against other images, stories and dialogue from those whose sole purpose seems to be to incite fear and hate. It’s hard not to settle into despair and/or anger. It’s hard not to just scream or stay in a place of rage.

But today, on Father’s Day, I’m choosing to focus on the love. I’m choosing to focus on the stories of heroism, compassion and kindness that I’m reading about. The stories that make me proud to be an American. On this day I’ve been thinking about the role of fathers. This week our President, a father himself, spoke calmly to ease our fears and reassure our nation –– at that moment he was Commander-in-Chief, Consoler-in-Chief and Father-in-Chief. 


A quote from my father from almost 50 years ago that, sadly, was the perfect response to this week.

Father’s Day obviously makes me think of my own father, whose words from a speech in 1968 were still incredibly resonant this week. My father, like so many fathers, was not only smart, driven and passionate, he was also loving. So, today, I’m focusing on the love that fathers can –– and do -– show to their children and families every day. Fathers and fatherhood are so important in each of our lives. Fathers are needed everyday and everywhere. They raise children who become women and men who can affect our world in so many ways. Children need their love, their strength, their compassion, their time, their acceptance and the safety they can provide with an embrace, a look, a conversation.

I’ll say it again: Fathering is needed everyday and everywhere. On this day, I want to say happy Father’s Day to everyone who is blessed to be a father. Your role is so crucial, so impactful, so important for those you’re a father to and those who witness how you father. 

As we have seen this week, life is so fragile. At times like this we all look for reassurance, we look for safety and security, but that, I have learned, is an illusion.

What isn’t ever an illusion is love. Love is what we can count on. Love is what heals fear. Love is what calms anxious hearts, bodies and minds. Love is a gift each of us have to offer to our fellow human beings. Those who are our children and those who aren’t. Those who are gay or straight. Those who practice one religion or another. When it feels like we have nothing to give or there’s nothing we can do, we each have the ability to offer our love to another.

And so on this Father’s Day, I say to Fathers everywhere: I hope you feel loved, appreciated and accepted. I hope today you can push through whatever walls, whatever fears you may have and express the love you have to give to those around you who so desperately seek it.

In this week, at this time, when it’s hard to know exactly what to think…don’t think, don’t doubt, just feel. Feel the love. Let it in. Let it heal. That’s what love can do, that’s what love does. 

Happy Father’s Day.

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The Power of Making History


I grew up hearing ‘If your mother had been a man she would have been President.’ My mother, Eunice Kennedy Shriver, grew up among men who ran for President and was married to a man, my father, Sargent Shriver, who also sought our nation’s highest office. But she never ran. I have no doubt in my mind that had she had the chance, if she had thought it was something a woman could do, she would have run, won and made a hell of a leader.

I grew up believing that history was not just something you read about in books, it was something to be made in one’s lifetime.

Watching Hillary Clinton make history this week was one of those moments I know I will remember forever. I was happy that in her historic moment she reminded the world of all the women who had gone before her and used their voices, their hearts and their minds to instigate change. She rightfully acknowledged that she stood on their shoulders, but she, herself, also worked tirelessly for decades to make the history that she did this past week happen. 

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Regardless of your political affiliation, regardless of what you think about politicians in general, it was moving and inspiring to see a woman endure, persevere and triumph like she did to become the first woman in history to become the nominee of a major political party.

Let’s face it, the change business is not easy. It takes drive, energy, tremendous will and passionate desire. It takes guts, toughness, vision and determination. Very few individuals, male or female, will ever make the kind of history that Hilary Clinton did. It was History with a capital H.

But I’ve come to believe that each of us can make history in our own ways. Each of us has the opportunity to take a shot at writing our legacies, and just because it might not be on the scale of someone running for President, doesn’t mean it doesn’t have importance, meaning or value. A young woman or young man who becomes the first in their family to graduate high school or college makes history in, and for, their family. Someone who starts a business that gives others a job may be making historic change in another person’s life. The scientist who toils in a lab for years to discover a cure for Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s or cancer will make history. A woman who walks away from an abusive marriage to save herself and/or her children makes history. Her story and her courage will become part of her family’s legend. The young woman in the Stanford rape case that used her voice to speak out for every woman who has been sexually abused made history in her life, her family’s lives and the lives of countless women who have felt silenced or shamed after a sexual assault. 

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The list goes on and on.

Each of us have a shot. A shot to make history in our own lives and with our lives. I doubt the women at Seneca Falls knew that so many years later they would get a shout out heard around the world. They didn’t do what they did for that reason, they did what they did for others. They did what they did so that so many years later a women they never knew could stand up and say “Look how far we have come.”

That’s the best kind of history to make. And it’s something each of us has the power to do. Make history in your world…you never know who might end up changing the world because of you.

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