I miss both of my parents terribly every day, but especially as we approach Thanksgiving. We always came together as a family for that holiday, playing capture the flag and touch football and laughing a lot.
Every family struggles with different things, and everybody struggles with different things.
I never met my Uncle Jack. My mom was six months pregnant with me when he died. But I knew his wife and two kids very well.
Children without access to quality early education programs start kindergarten with an 18-month disadvantage, and that gap continues to widen. By the time they are in fourth grade, many cannot do math or read at grade level.
I had the fixation that comes with being a Kennedy to be a great man on the big stage.
Dad was joyful until the day he died, and I think that joy was deeply rooted in his love affair with God.
I had had a father whose shoes I could never fill, against whom I would never measure up; yet, I felt no pressure do so.
