ON NOV. 9, 2012, these are the words I wrote for this newspaper: "When I woke up Wednesday morning, it was dark. There was something ominous about that midweek morning, something that I hadn't felt in many years, something that I hadn't even felt when my father died decades ago. It was sense of intangible, yet visceral, loss."
LIBERALS ARE FICKLE. One minute, they love you, rushing to air-kiss your sweet face, secure in the knowledge that you are either no threat to their overarching agenda or that you actually agree with them. Yes, John McCain, you might think you're a conservative, but they know better. At heart, you're one of them. Just don't fall asleep because there's a pod out there with your face on it.
IT TAKES SO LITTLE to offend us these days. "Bad hombres." "Nasty woman." "Baby." During Wednesday night's debate, all sorts of people got their sombreros, bra straps and pacifiers in a twist over comments Donald Trump made. Apparently, when speaking about people (including unborn people), we must use the terminology that hews most clo
MY FATHER'S MOTHER was a diehard Democrat. If Ted Bundy and Charles Manson were running on a ticket touting their record on women's rights, they'd have her vote as long as they weren't Republicans. Elsie was the kind of partisan who was incapable of seeing beyond the edges of her voter registration card. I'm sure she's still planning to support Hillary Clinton in November, assuming she can find the polling place nearest to her plot at Holy Cross Cemetery.
GROWING UP, I developed a special vocabulary to describe my body shape. "Fat" and "obese" were discarded out of hand, primarily because they were both technically inaccurate and overly descriptive. Those extra 15 to 20 pounds that settled around my burgeoning hips and dimpled thighs were annoying, but hardly Shakespearean in their tragedy.
WHEN GARY JOHNSON had his Aleppo moment a week ago, I was among those who could not believe his absolute incompetence. I understand that Libertarians generally take an isolationist position when it comes to foreign affairs (now, all the offended Libertari
THEY TOLD ME not to overreact. Read the comments "in context," they said. And, after all, Christine, you're an immigration lawyer, you have a tendency to blow these things out of proportion. Chill, lady. Go say a rosary, and call us in the morning.
ON THE WHOLE, I'm an imperfect Catholic, but there is one particular area of my Christian identity in which I excel: guilt. Jews talk a lot about the concept, and have even built some cultural traditions around it, but, to my knowledge, no one else has ac
I'M MORBIDLY fascinated by the rhetorical mud being slung between Democrats and Republicans these days. How exhilarating to hear Hillary Clinton labeled "unstable" by Donald Trump, who is himself called "bat(bleep)-crazy" by a fellow billionaire and Hillaryite, Mark Cuban.
NORMALLY, I'm no fan of the silly-season stuff, and you know exactly what I'm talking about. I'd rather know what a political candidate thinks about the federal debt than whether his wife is a looker. I'd rather have some understanding of what another candidate will do to lower the unemployment rate than whether her husband is still playing around on the side. These are the somewhat boring, yet nonetheless crucial issues that face us in an election year.
AS HEIDI CRUZ left Cleveland's Quicken Loans arena after her husband Ted gave his stemwinder at the Republican National Convention, she was escorted by security through a hostile crowd. Apparently, people in the audience were annoyed that Cruz hadn't endo
See Christine Flowers on Channel 6's "Inside Story" Sunday at 11:30 a.m.