I never met my Uncle Jack. My mom was six months pregnant with me when he died. But I knew his wife and two kids very well.

Dad was joyful until the day he died, and I think that joy was deeply rooted in his love affair with God.

I had the fixation that comes with being a Kennedy to be a great man on the big stage.

I miss both of my parents terribly every day, but especially as we approach Thanksgiving. We always came together as a family for that holiday, playing capture the flag and touch football and laughing a lot.

For me, the one relationship in my life that I cherish the most has to be the one I share with my parents, especially my mother.

I do have a family, and I do have friends, and so-called friends, and acquaintances, and many other people I see only around Christmas time. Maybe they could vouch for me. Maybe they could testify to my existence and save a part of me that thinks I'm no better than a bag of potato chips.

To believe that your husband, wife, parents, kids, boss, job, bank account, or body is even partly responsible for your emotions, to think that there are bullets 'out there' that you have to contend with, that there are stressful life events to overcome, is to miss something vital.

There's nothing wrong with anybody from any other country having a perspective on the British royal family. It would be interesting. But I just doubt that they would get the dialogue right.