They say you get soft as the years tick by, more apt to wear your heart on your sleeve. Well, I’ve been overcome with emotion this week. Matter of fact, I’m dabbing tears right now. The release of years of pent-up feelings began in a
BDS supporters want to destroy the only democratic Jewish state that protects the rights of all its citizens.
Regardless of who wins the primaries, expect this race to be one to watch right down to Election Night.
What happens when a veteran pollster invites 11 blue-collar and service-industry to talk politics?
Storybook ending wasn’t expected for Cavaliers.
Now I know how winning feels, and I’m surprised to say it doesn’t feel quite right.
Politicians and the talking heads have dusted off their now familiar script and are talking past each other.
The one unacceptable response? To do nothing.
Race for the White House enters critical phase.
I was raised by refugees. A fact that I never could shy away from once I’d learned it. And would never choose to, now that I understand exactly what it means and the responsibility that comes along with it. My name is Betsy Rose