A Not-So-Super Tuesday
Last week, I sat on a stage in front of more than 200 women in Columbus, Ohio, and tried to answer a simple question. I don’t remember exactly how interviewer Angela Pace asked it, but I heard it this way: What do you want your granddaughters to remember about you? To my embarrassment, my eyes teared up and my voice began to quiver. It’s been such a long three years. We have seven grandchildren: four boys and three girls. I love them equally, as I made clear that day from the stage. But we were talking less than a week before Super Tuesday, when most political punditry had ...