A coalition of attorneys and human rights activists is pursuing charges against Israeli and American officials.
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A coalition of attorneys and human rights activists is pursuing charges against Israeli and American officials.
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Thank you for having me on. I’m a huge fan of your show. I appreciate the opportunity to steer all discussion toward mentions of my book.
Hmm, that first question was not specifically about my book, which makes me worried that this is going to be one of those things where we “have a conversation” instead of “constantly shill my book.”
Speaking of my book, which you weren’t, my publisher said I need to shoehorn references to it into this interview, even if it brings the discussion to a screeching halt. I’m on shaky ground with them because of what a nightmare I was to my editor. I took every cut personally and sent aggressive emails late into the night. If my book doesn’t sell a ton, I’m toast. As I lay out in my book, my back is slick with shame-sweat. After the interview, I’ll have to switch shirts.
A new Human Rights Watch report details “apparent war crimes” in attacks that killed 60 civilians in crowded marketplaces and at a funeral.
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In this recurring column, Kristen Mulrooney writes letters to famous mothers from literature, TV, and film whom she finds herself relating to on a different level now that she’s a mom herself.
Dear Marge,
We’ve never met, but in a way I’ve known you all my life, so I feel comfortable writing you this letter to spill my guts. I’ll take care not to make a mess, because we both know how hard it is to keep a floor clean for more than ten minutes.
I find you very relatable, Marge, because I’m a stay-at-home mom to three kids who take me completely for granted. I acknowledge this is to be expected from small children, but have you ever been home alone with one of the kids, on your hands and knees trying to peel dried banana skin off the baseboards, and your child glances away from Itchy and Scratchy long enough to look you in the eye and say, “Can someone get me a snack?” As if “someone” could be anyone but you? As if you didn’t spend nine months growing them a set of arms and legs so they could go get their own snacks?