Nearly exactly one year ago, I shared a scene from a movie with you all, trying to illustrate my internal political battle. It was from “Hook,” where, as I noted, the Lost Boys had (since Pan’s departure) gotten a new leader in the younger, fiercer Rufio. When Pan appears and there’s debate as to who…
A few months ago, I started noticing that the minute my feet hit the floor (after I’d hit the snooze button 2 or 16 times or so) a sharp pain would shoot through the heels of my feet and up into my leg. “Well crap,” I thought, hobbling to the coffee maker and remembering that…
Dear Tomi, You’re a unique phenomenon. You’re a millennial who doesn’t shy away from a tough conversation because feelings might get hurt. And you’ve got a heck of a following. Millions of people hang on your every word. So that means you have an immense responsibility to get it right. No, not “right” as in…
Let me ask you a few questions. If I funded roughly 25% of the Democrat Party’s budget, would you think I was crazy? If Israel funded roughly 25% of Iran’s national budget, would you be scratching your head? If a pro-life Christian funded roughly 25% of Planned Parenthood’s budget, would your jaw be on the…
There’s absolutely nothing, nothing as relaxing for me than to curl up with a cup of tea and a really good classic movie. One of my favorites came on the other day: “Giant.” It’s a film about Texas cattle man Bick Benedict (Rock Hudson) who meets and marries a girl back east (Elizabeth Taylor), and…
(Image: Michael Ramirez) Let’s talk about clubs. Not the kind full of drunk college kids on spring break in Miami; the kind you belong to. When I was a teenager, I was president of my school’s Spanish club. (Ya sé … nerd alert!) The obvious prerequisite was pretty simple: an active interest in Spanish. What…
When my siblings and I were younger we lived in a big old house with a big dark old school basement. One day as my dad was down there working, one of my younger brothers trotted down after him. He was pretty young; probably 4 or 5. As my dad worked, my brother casually tells…
“ Look-look-look-look-look, my first pay check! Look at the window, there’s my name! Hi, me!” Rachel continued: “God, isn’t this exciting? I earned this. I wiped tables for it, I steamed milk for it, and it was totally—(opens envelope)—not worth it. Who’s FICA? Why’s he getting all my money? I mean, what- Chandler, look at that!”…
Dear daughter of mine, You’re pretty amazing, did you know that? Not only are you smart, sassy and beautiful—but you’re kind of an ethnic Heinz 57. When I was growing up, we’d ask your great-grandfather what we “are,” and he’d rattle off the list: Irish, English, Scottish, Welsh, Dutch, German, French, Belgian, Jewish, and Cherokee…
Several years ago, we decided to bring my family with us to visit my husband’s relatives in Mexico—and I’ll never forget the look on their faces when they saw children and the elderly begging in the streets. It’s not that they’ve never seen poverty in our country. (In fact, on one bizarre occasion my dad…
A Future Free 