Rebekah Kuschmider

The good news is that we seem to be gaining adult supervision in the White House for the moment. And in Congress. And also at the FBI.

The next few months are going to feel like drinking from a firehose of bad political news. Just today, my email is pinging away with alerts about all the executive orders that Trump seems to have signed expressly to make me, Rebekah Kuschmider, lose my mind. I keep feeling jolts of adrenaline, and I reach for my phone to email or call or Tweet or SOMETHING to release my endless rage.

Can you believe it’s only been eight weeks since Trump took office? That’s not even a full school marking period.

There’s nothing like a tropical getaway. The sun, the sand, the fruity umbrella drinks, the puppies.

Wait, what?

Yesterday, Old Navy sent out a tweet to alert us all to a sale. Woohoo! Cheap summer clothes! Everyone likes cheap clothes! Right?

They want to get paid more. Or they want to get promoted. Or they’re bored and want a new challenge. In fact, spending more time with family ranked 5th on the survey.

You might know that they call six-toed cats Hemmingways. But what do they call four-eared cats? Well, in the case of one such kitty in Pennsylvania, they call him… Batman.

There are a lot of legitimate reasons to get stuck at work. Last minute conference calls. Emergency orders coming in that need fulfillment.

"The President Is Missing" will be a first foray into fiction by the former POTUS, who has previously written a lengthy memoir and books on policy.

Yesterday, in the year 2016, the first Black woman Attorney General of the United States of America handed a White, conservative Southern governor his ass on live TV. And it was splendid.