JEFF BEZOS IS SHOWING US HOW TO CONFRONT BULLIES

The headlines are about the billionaire vs. the tabloid. But there is a human story here that we could all learn from. If you were ever bullied in school, or in the workplace, maybe in your neighborhood, consider how it

WHILE HE WAS IN BLACKFACE I WAS IN BIRMINGHAM

The same year Virginia Governor Ralph Northam was posing in blackface (either once or twice, depending on what you believe), four years after Attorney General Mark Herring and his friend donned “wigs and brown makeup” (note to Mr. Herring, it’s

USING THE MEDIA AS A CONFESSIONAL

In my new novel, The Wrong Side of Night, the main character’s brother returns from the dead. Hale Austin was listed as one of the thousands on 9/11 whose remains were never found. When he returns, he is recognized and

THE EMPEROR HAS NO HEART

While 800,000 federal workers are wondering how they are going to stay in their homes, put food on the table, keep their kids in school, while many are lining up at foodbanks or selling belongings so they can put gas

THE WRONG SIDE OF NIGHT

My new novel, THE WRONG SIDE OF NIGHT, was born on a drizzly afternoon when I was walking my dog Gracie. I had been working on my mother’s eulogy; her health was declining, she was well into her nineties, and

THIS IS THE REAL EMERGENCY

  In 1969 I sat beside my mother on a rickety bus, traveling through the streets of Manilla, on a “tour” of the things that President and Mrs. Marcos wanted us to see. I was sixteen. My father was, I

THOUGHTS ON A FUNERAL

It doesn’t seem like 14 years have passed since I sat in the National Cathedral for my father’s service. I can still feel the quiet heaviness of the air inside; there is a sense in that place that even a

THE ONES WHO LAUGHED

  Is anyone surprised that Donald Trump verbally attacked a victim of sexual assault? The surprise came days ago when he responded to a question about Christine Blasey Ford’s testimony in a measured, civil tone. But it was only a

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.

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