Some of us may just, in one-on-one conversations with our family, with our friends, over the back fence with our neighbors, talk about the reality of our lives and realize that we're not alone, that we have a right to be physically safe and emotionally safe in our own homes.
Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.
Can anyone understand how it is to have lived in the White House and then, suddenly, to be living alone as the President's widow?

