The following morning was, if even possible, almost worse than the day before. As I left my building, I saw the darkness in the sky to the south. I heard the sounds of an eerie silence. No traffic. Nothing. A lone firetruck passed me by, full of grim-faced firefighters headed towards the West Side Highway, destination World Trade Center.
As a broadcast and print Journalist, Margaret covers news and politics. In her media relations role, she advises on local, state and national political campaigns, advocates for the disabled and is a Certified Peer & Family Mentor at The Reeve Foundation. She is a member of the National Press Club, and the Society of Professional Journalists DC Chapter. She is a Past Editor of Dateline. Margaret has judged the Green Eye Shade Awards, the Dateline Awards and the DMA Excellence in Journalism Awards. She writes a monthly column for the Washington Women in Public Relations blog.
The conversation moves on to a discussion on the prices of prime beef on the hoof, cattle in general, and poultry. The warmth of this room, of the people in it, and the conversation would continue like this for another three years, until Dada’s death. After May of 1963, while the conversation would continue, it would never be the same again.
I am voting for Hillary Clinton on November 8th. I will do everything I can between now and then to help get her elected. Because with all her flaws, I believe she will do no harm to my country. I believe she will be a good, solid President.
I want my vote to count. I endorse Hillary Clinton to become the First Madam President of the United States of America.
Margaret Mulvihill September 6, 2016 A dear friend has shared the news that he is terminally ill. Emotions are swirling, tormented thoughts about his pain and his suffering, and his family […]
Don’t let us be the generation that handed the United States of America to the Russian Federation.