Cyber Defender: Building a suit of armor around NH hospitals
read more…: Cyber Defender: Building a suit of armor around NH hospitalsLast year a New Hampshire hospital was breached, and I was the only one who knew. And that cannot happen again.
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Last year a New Hampshire hospital was breached, and I was the only one who knew. And that cannot happen again.
We join Nickenley Turenne’s family, loved ones, and the broader community in ongoing grief following his killing by three Manchester police officers on Dec. 6, 2025. This loss is devastating, irreparable, all too common — and it demands far more than condolences.
For those who may be unfamiliar with Padilla—and, let’s face it, he is not exactly a household name in the United States—his story is bizarre, yet strangely inspiring, in a dancing-with-madness type of way.
This column is about a particular car that was gifted to me at a particular time in history that honestly saved my sanity and is now a part of our family lore.
Before entering public service, I spent part of my professional career reviewing and drafting environmental and economic impact statements. Those documents shape major public decisions. They are supposed to present facts clearly, test assumptions rigorously, and weigh both benefits and costs honestly. I learned quickly that the most important question is not what an impact statement includes—but what it leaves out.
In early January 2025 a business leader was quoted anonymously celebrating the ability to use “retarded” again in polite company thanks to Donald Trump’s return to power. At the time, I had a bad feeling, this was a harbinger of things to come.
When we moved into our current house, almost a decade ago, my wife and I shared the downstairs bathroom. It’s a small, standard affair—a bathtub, a toilet, a sink—but it was tacitly agreed upon when we moved in that our three kids would share the bathroom upstairs, and we would take the one downstairs.
I wasn’t around in the ’80s, but lucky for me it was such an iconic era that there were lasting echoes which managed to reach even us kids from the late nineties and early 2000s. One of those echoes was the satanic panic. It’s a fascinating yet devastating situation that started as a mistake and snowballed into a conspiracy that affected thousands, resulting in decades of trauma, jail time, and, more relevant than ever, the modern interpretation of the Epstein files.
Writer and poet May Sarton prefaces her 1968 memoir Plant Dreaming Deep with an untitled poem whose last two lines are “…Homeward at last toward the native source /Seasoned and stretched to plant his dreaming deep.”
When HCA Healthcare stepped forward, they did far more than keep a hospital open. They preserved an anchor for the West Side, a part of the city that touches me deeply. And that anchor is not only holding steady, it is gaining strength.