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Gray skies gone red, phones pinging with news, they keep the car packed. Clothes, papers, her grandma’s silver, his old guitar, dog food, wa...

Tonight, swinging in the hammock, smoking a Marlboro, musing, more'n enough out there to kill ya, I turn over clumped dead leaves, dampe...

Eighty-five years old, she sits in the care home and she’s not been hugged for eight months, for her protection; not had her hands held by h...

“Good evening, America. I’m Kimberly Guilfoyle. I speak to you tonight as a mother, a former prosecutor, a Latina, and a proud American, ...