Snowflakes are landing on my bathrobe, in my cup of coffee. They’re swirling around my head. It’s peaceful and cold.
There are responsible grownups in the White House and it feels really good.
At some point, as I got older, I realized it was good that I wasn’t president. Not in a self-loathing kind of way. It’s just that everyone has their strengths, and…
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