With the indictments coming down against Paul Manafort and his partner, Rick Gates, I turned on CNN just in time to see Mr. Manafort’s attorney, Kevin Downing, stating that few people have been prosecuted by the Department of Justice for failing to file under the Foreign Agents Registration Act (FARA).
As I’ve aged, I’ve really started to love hiking. There’s something about wandering through nature with a friend, cut off from technology and surrounded by all of Mother Nature’s glory that just centers you.
It seems fitting that a year ago today I was spending a carefree June day hiking to the Kjenndal Glacier in Norway. I can still feel the crisp air that surrounded me as the sun shone in such a way that every drop of water and blade of grass seemed in technicolor.
My trip to Brussels ended over the weekend and I am back in D.C. now. It was quite an experience and I am so grateful for the chance to learn more about the EU, as well as get so many foreign policy briefings and observe the historic exercise.
Along with being in Brussels during British Prime Minister Theresa May’s historic triggering of Article 50 to begin Britain’s exit from the European Union, I was also in Brussels during the anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the Brussels airport and metro.
When the box showed up at my desk with a return address from Mexico, I was nervous. Should I open this? Just a month earlier, the floor above ours was shut down after someone sent an anthrax threat to a group with ties to a certain presidential candidate’s family charity.
Would it be safe to open it?
I hesitated. I didn’t recognize the name on the return address for the rather large box. It wasn’t suspicious in any way—just was unexpected. I think I told my coworkers to call 911 if anything went wrong as I cut open the box.
One of my favorite movies when I was a kid was “The NeverEnding Story.”
If you don’t know it, it’s the story of a boy named Sebastian who finds a magical book. Bullied by other kids, he skips school to read the adventure of the brave warrior Atreyu’s quest to save the world from destruction by The Nothing.
I thought I would share some of my pictures from the Women’s March in Washington, D.C.
Bernie Sanders tweeted out that by trying to divide us, we were brought closer together. I definitely felt that after this March. Those of us who publicly affirmed that this rhetoric is disgusting and destructive found ourselves in a crowd of new friends. After months of feeling alone, we finally saw visual proof that the world still is full of people who “hold certain truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
Over the coming months, may we continue to reinforce with each other this basic American value and work to uphold it in both word and action.
I’ve thought a lot lately about my great-grandfather who immigrated to the United States from Germany between World War I and World War II. He left just before the rise of Hitler and probably due to economic pressures more than political, but family lore also has it that he often said of Hitler, “I knew that guy was crazy.”
And that family legend has made me ponder this question many times during my life: How did he know?