The phrase “religious freedom” has wobbly boundaries, if it has any at all. In the 30s and 40s, religious, church-going people would pack a picnic basket, dress up the kids, and gather in a field to watch the public lynching
I didn’t know her well. I saw her several times a week, whenever I worked out at the Santa Monica stairs. A trainer, she was a dependable presence there. We always said hello, and occasionally we had brief, casual conversations.
One of the negatives about being on the political stage is that, when judgments are handed down, they aren’t formed by a jury of 12 people but rather by an entire country. Sometimes by the rest of the world as
I had a powerful teacher in my adult life — one who was uncompromising and harsh, one who reached into the depths of my being, my soul, and rearranged landscapes. One who taught me that what I saw with my
Now that my memoir, The Wit and Wisdom of Gracie, has been out for a while, it has been pointed out to me that it’s missing something commonly seen in memoirs – confessions of scandalous exploits in my life. Apparently,