My daughter lied. My brilliant, beautiful, hilarious nine-year-old daughter lied. You see, she’s very literal. This is a girl who, from a very young age, was clear that she “doesn’t pretend.” Her little brother and his friends will tear around,…
By: Bob Cooper Tennyson Center for Children has been a major part of my life since 1971. When I arrived as a recent college graduate in the fall of that year, Don Brewer had been leading this children’s home for…
By: Tia Hunter In the earlier days of my career, I crossed paths with a young boy with significant trauma. He was eight years old and could neither read nor write, without an ounce of desire to learn. The burden…
Gilbert started his senior year of high school unsure that he’d ever make it out. No one else in his family had graduated, and he was certain that he’d follow the same path. In fact, he didn’t just start the…
The phone kept ringing and ringing. I was on the other line with a client in the middle of a crisis and couldn’t pick up. The same phone number kept calling every few minutes. It was a new client, Jackie,…
John W. Warren and Mary V. (Long) Warren, members of First Christian Church in Loveland, Colorado, were dedicated schoolteachers who witnessed many of their students going through painful experiences in their young lives. Their passion for helping Colorado children in…
One of the most confounding aspects of working in child welfare is the simplicity of the premise: in order to thrive, kids – all kids – need strong families, and strong families need strong communities. It’s simple and self-evident. As…
Blog Written by, Amy Sevegny This year has been a uniquely challenging time to work in a helping profession. Trauma Stewardship by Laura van Dernoot Lipsky has been my north star for noticing and managing burnout throughout my career and…
We are thrilled to announce Tennyson’s new mission, vision, and values statements as well as our updated brand. We lead this introduction with our values statement, because our values represent qualities that our staff, children, and families are living and…
The last Manna Connect graduation ceremony was on a frigid fall evening. I arrived cold, hungry, and tired due to a busy day at work and long drive in rush hour traffic. Within moments, however, I was greeted warmly, welcomed…
