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Blockbuster movies with enormous budgets are made about fantasy SuperHeroes who save the universe. Our kids grow up wanting to put on the costumes and perform the impossible.

Our lives are peppered with “small h” heroes who make life worth living. Our kids may grow up wanting to be those kinds of heroes, if they are loved well and nourished by example.

Here are some of my heroes this week:

The team at Ascension Saint Agnes who cared for me during a medical crisis.

The speaker from the Howard County Human Rights and Equity office who spoke at the Pride 2025 flag raising this week. Their words truly resonated with me and if I could remember their name I’d reach out and ask if I could share the speech in its entirety.

Library Guy Mychal Threets whose picture book, “I’m So Happy You’re Here” will be a celebration of library joy and whose advocacy around mental health is truly a beacon of light in the current darkness of our nation.

HoCoLocal realtor Karol Hess who received her Associate's Degree this week from Howard Community College. Seeing her story was a much needed nudge that my life is not over yet.

Community members across the country who are gathering to protect neighbors singled out for seizure by the masked, militarized terror that is ICE. 

Friends in Howard County who keep showing up in our schools, year after year, to support Simulated Congressional Hearings and whose involvement serves as an invaluable witness to the young people they meet.

The person on Bluesky, who I will probably never meet, who posted these words:

Love somebody today. Tell them they are amazing and doing a good job at life. I promise you'll feel better for saying it and they'll feel better for hearing it.

Who are your heroes this week? 


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