The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Still Saves the Republic

A Mother's Day Letter to America

There are some things a man does not write about until he is old enough to understand what he was given. I decided since it is Mother’s Day, I am setting the news cycle aside for a moment, because some truths are bigger than the daily fight.

I grew up as one of nine children in a small house in Middletown, Rhode Island. My father was a hard man with a so…