One thing I’ve always loved about those once‑every‑four‑years moments — the Olympics, the upcoming World Cup — is how they pull us into our heritage. For a few weeks, the whole world pauses to celebrate where we come from. Countries go head‑to‑head for a win, and honestly, that’s the only kind of conflict we should ever have between nations. With the World Cup coming practically into my backyard, I keep thinking about the millions — maybe billions — of people who will tune in

When I signed up for Haymakers for Hope, I thought I was signing up for a fight. A single night. One opponent. One moment under the lights. What I didn’t realize was that the real fight would happen long before I ever stepped into the ring... It started with the fundraising — the outreach, the conversations, the vulnerability of asking people to support a cause that meant something deeply personal. The grind was also in the social media work — showing the journey publicly, sh

I’ve known Andrew Benharris for most of my life — all the way back to our middle school days in North Attleboro. Over the years, our paths have crossed in ways that feel almost woven into my family’s story: he was the assistant principal for my nephews in Attleboro, and now he’s the principal at my daughter’s school. And on top of all that, he’s one of the guys who shows up with me at the boxing gym, putting in the work without fanfare or excuses. That’s who he is — someone

It’s hard to believe, but I’m officially just shy of a month away from stepping into the ring for Haymakers for Hope. What started as a commitment to challenge myself has grown into one of the most intense, humbling, and meaningful experiences of my life. The training has shifted into a different gear lately. The easy days are gone — if they ever existed at all. Now it’s bloody noses, cramped calves, long nights, and early mornings. It’s the kind of grind that forces you to c

As Black History Month comes to a close, we’re reminded that DEI was never meant to be seasonal. In classrooms and companies alike, the end of February shouldn’t feel like checking a box — it should feel like a moment of reflection. What did we learn? What challenged us? What changed us? And more importantly, what will we do with that learning moving forward? Many organizations have paused or scaled back DEI initiatives, but people will never forget how they feel in these mo

I’ve known Drew since high school — the kind of friend who shows up early in your life and somehow never loses his place. Time pulled us into different directions, different responsibilities, different chapters. But every time we reconnect, it’s like the clock had frozen. No warm‑up needed. No rebuilding the bond. He’s still the same steady, genuine, quietly solid friend he’s always been… with that same killer crossover that used to leave people sliding across the gym floor.

My daughters are more American than anything else — school, sports, routines — but they carry pieces of their heritage in quiet, meaningful ways. So when a recent cultural moment highlighted countries across the Americas, something unexpected happened on my drive home from school that Monday. As the show ended, my 12‑year‑old was moved that they named every American country and showed every flag. Especially when she heard “Guatemala,” she lit up. I could see a spark of pride

Last night cemented my thoughts on code‑switching, but brought it out in beautiful color and passion. Watching Benito (Bad Bunny) stand fully in his identity — without shrinking, translating, or softening — reminded me how powerful it is when authenticity isn’t a risk, but a choice made with conviction. It made me think about the journey so many of us take: learning to adjust ourselves to fit into rooms that weren’t built with us in mind, and then slowly, courageously, reclai

As we get ready for another New England Patriots Super Bowl appearance, I’ve been thinking about what football — and the Super Bowl in particular — really means to me. It’s never been just another day. It brings together so many of the things I love: good food, the ultimate team sport, and friends and family gathering for the game, the halftime show, or even just the commercials. It’s a day that has something for everyone. I still remember my first Super Bowl. It was 1992, an

At different points in our careers, a moment arrives when an idea sparks—an opportunity that feels both exciting and possible. You feel the need, you see the path, and something inside you says, “This could be it.” These moments don’t come often, and when they do, we either step toward them or let them pass. Looking back on my own journey, I can clearly see the opportunities I seized… and the ones I let slip away. The missed ones almost always trace back to the same culprits: