Jill Foer Hirsch

I like to flatter myself by thinking upwards of a dozen people wait breathlessly for pearls of wisdom to fall from my keyboard. I had a beach week last week which was awesome. Next week I will be thinking about my recovery from this week. Worry not, I will menace the blog-reading public again soon at a computer near you.

Believe it or not, it took a case escalating all the way to the Supreme Court to confirm that people convicted of domestic abuse can be prevented from owning a gun. Sure, those convicted of felony domestic violence lose their right to own guns, but this case tested whether the ban applies to those “only” convicted of misdemeanor domestic abuse charges. It’s also an interesting case because Clarence Thomas spoke during oral arguments. It is this complex, multi-faceted case that keeps him up at night: what will these convicted abusers do without a gun to protect themselves?

One evening we came back to the hotel and needed to ask the front desk about something or other that I don’t remember, so it must not have been important. But all our stuff was in the car and we had obviously not intended to valet park, so we laughed it off and asked the valet to go back and get the car. Back to the front desk we went, and this time when the valet brought back A car, we made sure it was OUR car. I went ahead and took advantage of a photo op with the parking valet who at that point had become one of my bestest friends.

it’s both) to come up with an original post today, and since it’s rerun season, I’ve decided an old post is worth revisiting. it’s both) to come up with an original post today, and since it’s rerun season, I’ve decided an old post is worth revisiting. All of the Americans were getting extra toasted and waving around the little American flags the ship had given everyone, but only about 40% of the passengers were American. I have to admit that I’m one of those people who gets all choked up when I hear the National Anthem, but that evening as we sang about good ole’ boys drinkin’ whiskey and rye, I had never felt so proud to be an American.