Tag Archives: Ronald Reagan

MY FATHER, RONALD REAGAN

This is one of the stories that I used to ask my father to tell again and again: He was a young actor, filming a movie in England. He always began the story with a funny anecdote about trying to

JOHN HINCKLEY

In 2000 I wrote a piece for Time magazine about John Hinckley’s first attempt to get unsupervised visits into Williamsburg, Virginia. He was already allowed supervised day trips off the grounds of Saint Elizabeths Hospital. It was a lengthy article

THINGS I WISH I COULD ASK MY FATHER

To my father on Father’s Day: I wish I’d asked you more about the young nearsighted boy you once were, who took refuge in books, who learned to read  at a startlingly young age. Who spent hours on the river,

excerpt from THE LONG GOODBYE

Twelve years ago, on June 5, my father died. This is an excerpt from my book The Long Goodbye which was published in 2004. The book chronicled the journey of losing him to Alzheimer’s, and this passage is about the

AN OPEN THANK YOU NOTE TO WILL FERRELL

Dear Mr. Ferrell, I would like to thank you for severing ties to a film that uses Alzheimer’s as comedic material. I’m sure yesterday was not a great day for you, given the public backlash against this project. It wasn’t

AN OPEN LETTER TO WILL FERRELL

Dear Mr. Ferrell, I saw the news bulletin — as did everyone — that you intend to portray my father in the throes of Alzheimer’s for a comedy that you are also producing. Perhaps you have managed to retain some

STEALING REAGAN

This morning, I took a walk in my old neighborhood, where the house I grew up in has been leveled and a new house is being built. I  hadn’t been there for a while, so I was surprised at how

ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY FATHER’S DEATH

There was a full moon the night before my father died. Like the moon a few nights ago that shone through my window, bright as a prayer. Eleven years have passed since my father’s death and, strange as it may

WHY I HATE POLITICS

I am not an objective person on the subject of politics. I have hated politics for most of my life. When I was a kid, the dinner table conversation inevitably veered in that direction. My father was not yet involved

ON MY FATHER’S BIRTHDAY

104 years ago on this day a baby boy was born to a devoutly religious woman who believed in tithing even though she had little, and a good-natured Irishman with a drinking problem. That boy grew up to be my

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