SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO

Seventeen years ago, on September 11th, my mother and I stood at my father’s bedside to tell him what had happened to his beloved country. He was almost completely bedridden by then and had retreated into the mysterious silence that

JOHN McCAIN

I met John McCain on only one occasion – at my sister Maureen’s memorial service. She died in 2001 and her husband put together an impressive service for her, with several political figures attending, Senator McCain being one of them.

THE ANATOMY OF VIOLENCE

Many years ago, I was involved with a man who had perfected the dark art of verbal and emotional abuse. He wasn’t that talented professionally, but he was incredibly skilled at choosing just the right words to make another person

FIRST THEY CAME FOR THE CHILDREN

When I was around nine or ten, my father said he wanted to show me a film that was going to be disturbing but was important. Something terrible happened not too long before I was born, he said – when

THE #MeNot MEN

As much as I loathe drawing racial lines, there is no avoiding this one — recently, some old white men have answered the #MeToo movement with their own version of #MeNot. Let’s start with Bill Clinton, who defensively announced to

THE QUICKSAND OF CRUELTY

In keeping with the bombastic cruelty of Donald Trump, who has no problem going after a disabled journalist, a gold-star family, women, immigrants, and anyone who criticizes him, an aid named Kelly Sadler has now hit a new low by

WHAT HEARTLESSNESS LOOKS LIKE

After my father died, and after the public services, a couple who I am friendly with but not close to, called to express their condolences. The man did so quite generously, and then handed the phone to his wife. “I’m

I HAVE A DREAM

Martin Luther King taught us to dream beyond the cruelties of this world, to reach past the limitations invented by small-minded people. He taught us to keep our eyes on the mountain-top and believe we could get there. In honor

EASTER

When I was young, our Spring-time ritual was to go to Phoenix, Arizona for the Easter holiday. Phoenix was where my mother’s parents lived, and we took the train because my father didn’t like to fly. I remember those Easters

ARE YOU SCARED YET?

If you’re an American citizen and are not yet frightened about the future of our country, then — I’m sorry — but I think something is wrong with you. The President of the United States is, by all accounts, beside

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