I asked if they decided the prep their sister was undergoing for a very invasive ventilator was worth their anti-vaccination position.
A woman overheard in the supermarket is surely far from being alone in her thinking that it’s OK for boys to use the f-bomb but not girls.
Now that I’ve closed correspondence with people who seem to desire fights with me or even their own divorce from me, I can’t say I miss them all that much.
It doesn’t really help women if they are only considered saviors meant to achieve history-making deeds.
After nearly two weeks of conflicting reports about President Trump’s COVID-19 condition and his apparent incredible recovery, I’ve had cause to recall the years I spent as a medical-center spokesperson.
Though I’ve liked this year’s distanced conventions, I couldn’t help but think about so many other facets of our lives in which we might not have known what we had (much less appreciated) until a deadly virus sent them gone.
As an oil and gas trucker’s daughter, I’m happy to see that those who bring us our pasta, gasoline, Crown Royal, and so much more are being seen as more than the raucous character Jerry Reed played in the old “Smokey and the Bandit” movies.
Money and all that royal glamour aside, I do think it is very difficult for most of us to accept the idea that anyone (including, yes, the duke and duchess) must live a certain life only because one was born into it.
What may make today’s generation-war matters worthy of much more serious consideration is the fact that all of us, no matter our age, live on a troubled planet housing billions more people than it did during the 1960s, or 1980s.
May we someday have cause to experience another world event on the same scale of wonder and joy.
We should figure it out — especially since higher education is already difficult to obtain for too many in this country who can barely manage tuition at a community college, much less any sleek rowing photos or bribes.
Maybe we are seeing real change in how people view presidential candidates. And perhaps, in what we expect or accept about ordinary men and women.
Many who found Rep. Rashida Tlaib’s language about President Trump to be vulgar and unacceptable were nearly apoplectic when she forcefully defended her description.
After a frustrating encounter, a veteran newsman counseled me: “Just because you don’t like the way some reporters act doesn’t mean they aren’t doing their work well.”
As Ralph Waldo Emerson once said: “It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.”
President Donald Trump said his wife’s coat was a criticism of the press he has called enemies of the people.
While someone may engage in generally disapproved-of behaviors, it does not automatically mean that individual is not capable of telling the truth.
Emptiness and desperation are emotions that the majority of us who aren’t burdened by issues such as extreme poverty or severe illness have the power to change.
The day must come when more of the “me too” publicity doesn’t focus predominantly on the sins of the mighty and famous.
There is no law, no formal job description that dictates the spouse of the president must do any work of any kind. Presidents are paid salaries, but their spouses are not.