A leader’s greatness (or incompetence) is not measured by how he treats the rich and powerful, but by how he looks after and protects the most vulnerable.
I’m preparing myself for four years (perhaps even eight) of the Trump administration.
There comes a time when you cannot keep silent or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. This is such a time.
It’s hard to think of an American politician who is more vehemently anti-immigrant than President Donald Trump.
My son Nicolas is leaving home, and I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ve spent more than 19 years with this kid, teenager, man. But the time has come for him to pack up for college, and I’m dreading how much I will miss him.
JACKSONVILLE, Fla. — The brain is pulsating in front of me — I never imagined that the brain could pulsate as the heart does. It’s beige, almost light brown. Purple veins and arteries sprawl like a spider web.
Our exes can be a headache. They wield a lot of power over us; some just can’t get used to taking a backseat to our current relationships, and do everything they can to grab our attention. I’m talking, specifically, about the most troublesome of exes: ex-presidents.
It’s incredible that, almost 30 years after the presidential election of 1988, many “Priistas” (or members of the ruling Revolutionary Institutional Party, or PRI) in Mexico still won’t acknowledge the electoral fraud that occurred that year.
These days, almost all of us live in a jungle. And many of us are trapped there by choice — like birds in an open cage who wouldn’t even consider flying away. The particular jungle I’m referring to is, of course, the internet — particularly Twitter, Facebook and all the other apps and platforms that keep us trapped there.
TULUM, Quintana Roo, Mexico — I’ve never had a meal like this, and may never taste its equal again. It was, simply put, a one-of-a-kind experience that may be impossible to repeat. So let me share it with you the only way I can: through words.