What happens next? I keep wondering that. What happens next? What happens when, inevitably, Donald Trump decides he needs to rid himself of Robert Mueller and the investigation? What happens then? I used to think of it as the uncrossable line. It seemed to be that the Republicans would allow
The longtime Orange County Register politics editor says he sizes up office holders based upon “veracity, diplomacy, dignity, consistency, intelligence, thoughtfulness, respectfulness, open mindedness and congeniality.” Sooooo … who does that even leave to write about?
My daughter—along with hundreds of high school classmates—walked out of class today to speak out on gun violence. Think about that. My kid is a freshman. She’s 14. She should be only thinking about books and sports and friends and fun. She should be thinking about boys and girls and
Back in the mid-1970s, my Grandpa Nat (right) purchased the above shirt with my Grandma Mollie near their condo in Sunrise, Florida. Both passed many years ago, but I have uncovered a rare, treasured diary of that particular day of shopping. I’ve decided it’s time to share with the world
I’m sitting here with my son Emmett. He’s 11 and in sixth grade, and it’s almost his bedtime. But first, a quick Q&A … Dad: What do you think the world should smell like? Emmett: Oh. What should it smell like? Not something that’s too strong, like bacon or something.
This rock radio DJ-turned-hard-nosed liberal Democrat is running for a congressional seat in southeast Texas. Why? Because she’s f-cking fed up with politics as usual. Bravo.
So it’s a work-from-home day, which means I’m sitting at the kitchen table with our dog Norma a few feet away. Today, Norma placed herself atop some blankets. So, being a kindly dog owner, I wrapped her up, then watched every now and then as she leaned over, happy as could
A couple of hours ago my daughter received a text from a friend, inviting her to a church event … Now, we’re Jewish. And the church in question is one that has made clear its intention to use its youthful members to draw (and convert) other young people. So
Those of you who read this blog with any regularity know I have an older brother. His name is David, he turns 48 this year, he lives in Florida and works as a travel agent. We are two years apart, and while I don’t think of us as insanely
Last night, while watching the Academy Awards, three words kept popping through my skull. They were: I fucked her. The memory dates back, oh, six or seven years. I was in Los Angeles, being wined and dined at the Soho House by a man who wanted to sign me as